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August 12th, ‘09 was a beautiful, sunny Wednesday morning in Canada. Because I worked at the Rogers Cup, I had access to the grounds and had specifically requested the day off so I would be able to go see all the professionals’ warmups. It was indeed a loaded schedule with the finest ten in action throughout the day.

At eleven that morning, a buddy and I headed over toward Court four where the world’s top ranked player, Roger Federer, was expected to arrive at 11:30am. Already filled with roughly several hundred people, there was very little room to move.

As the time approached, the place was filled with people who enthusiastically waited to catch a glimpse of the best to ever play the game. With the sun scorching at 95 levels fahrenheit, we watched him warm up and we saw him hitting balls. To be frank, it was pretty boring and was scheduled to go on for 2 hours.

So, slowly, we squeeze out of the crowd and arrive at an open space. I glance up at Court 4 on the opposite side to see a tall, skinny competitor clad in a pink Nike T-shirt and white shorts pounding a few balls. I try to look closer and indeed came to see it was Juan Martin Del Potro.

As he came to the exit gate, there had been six fans waiting for him to have his autograph and he did sign. As he signed my picture and went on to my pal, I said “I wish you the best of luck in your competition later.”

Del Potro turned around and had a big smile on his face and insisted “Thank you so very much for your support.” He seemed like he was extremely happy with what I had said to him.

As he won yesterday, the irony of this scenario just came to my mind. The fact that basically nobody was in attendance to root for him and Rog had a ton of fans. Occasionally, it is easier to be left alone than to be relentlessly followed.

Del Potro played a marvelous game this week and is wholly worthy of his title. Well done!

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