Our love affair with Agassi

September 1st, 2006 | Posted by PostmanR

Scenario: You are in a drinking establishment in the heartland of America. It’s crowded, full of large televisions (some of the HD and projector variety) showing an array of sporting highlights and competition.

And what seems to captivate the audience of the bar beyond any (even the consumption of alcohol!), is a second round match in the U.S. Open.

Now, I know no one in the bar I was at last night really cares about a second round match in the U.S. Open. It’s more of an American obsession with the fallen relic, the send off for a man who, for all intents and purposes, is one of the few names in tennis the average sporting fans actually knows. You think American men’s tennis; Andre Agassi will surely spring to mind. (Him and that cutie Andy Roddick. Pete Sampras too.)

You remember the Cannon and Nike commercials. You remember the wild mane of hair when you were a growing up.

I know no one last night really cares about a second round match in the U.S. Open. But hey, I was rooting for him too.