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Wimbledon tennis final (men's)
Tennis, apparently, has been under the cosh; its future questioned as a viable sport. Just watch this final, particularly the fourth set and its tie-breaker, and if after that you consider tennis dull and pointless, well, don't ever watch again, but also don't ever comment on the game.

I'm actually proud of the fact that at 6.30am PST the cat (hereafter known as Phoebe, or Feebs, or Fibbers, or should the mood dictate "that damn cat") woke me, and remembering I'd set the Tivo the night before, hopped out of bed to go watch the start.

Seven hours later I'm still sat on the couch; through rain delays and honey-dos the final wouldn't end, and tennis fans didn't want it to. Hailed by John McEnroe (and the obsequious gang leaving their slimy trail behind in the ESPN studio) as the greatest match ever played, it's really hard to argue for pure entertainment value.

I was yelling for Federer, largely due to that British trait of hoping to retain a sense of history (and the status quo), but have to hand it to Nadal who throughout the match was outstanding. Tennis is still kicking, and producing its defining moment on the grass at Wimbledon is oh so much sweeter than on the plodding surface at the U.S. or French Opens.

Congrats Nadal... you made seven hours of my life sat on the couch easily explainable to 'er indoors!