Sam Querrey Driving Me Crazy

From my latest column at AOL Fanhouse

I do not get overly emotional watching tennis. Well, sometimes you can’t help yourself. But in my job, it’s important to try to stay dispassionate so as not to color your views, alter the picture of reality you are supposed to paint. Here is one thing I know, though:

Sam Querrey
drives me crazy.

There is no way that this guy is who he is. Tall, strong, fast, and able to hit all shots. Why doesn’t he care?

Why the heck doesn’t he care?

Querrey, seeded No. 18 and one of the leaders of the next generation of American tennis, folded up again in a major. He does it all the time. He lost Monday in the first round of the Australian Open, 5-7, 6-2, 3-6, 6-1, 8-6 to Lukasz Kubot.

Querrey seemed to be picking at his fingernails on match point.

About gregcouch

I can talk tennis all day long, and often do. And yet some of the people I talk to about it might rather I talk about something else. Or with someone else. That’s how it is with tennis, right? Sort of an addiction. Sort of a high. I am a national columnist at FoxSports.com and a FoxSports1 TV insider, and have been a columnist at the Chicago Sun-Times. In 2010, I was the only American sports writer to cover the full two weeks of all four majors, and also to cover each of the U.S. Masters series events. I’ve seen a lot of tennis, talked with a lot of players, coaches, agents. I watched from a few rows behind the line judge as Serena rolled her foot onto the baseline for the footfault, a good call, at the 2009 U.S. Open. I sat forever watching a John Isner marathon, leaving for Wimbledon village to watch an England World Cup soccer game at a pub and then returning for hours of Isner, sitting a few feet from his wrecked coach. I got to see Novak Djokovic and Robin Soderling joke around on a practice court on the middle Sunday at Wimbledon, placing a small wager on a tiebreaker. Djokovic won, and Soderling pulled a bill out of his wallet, crumpled it into his fist and threw it at Djokovic, who unwadded it, kissed it, and told me, “My work is done here.’’ And when Rafael Nadal won the French Open in 2010, I finished my column, walked back out onto the court, and filled an empty tic tac container with the red clay. I’m looking at it right now. Well, I don’t always see the game the same way others do. I can be hard on tennis, particularly on the characters in suits running it. Tennis has no less scandal and dirt than any other game. Yet somehow, it seems to be covered up, usually from an incredible web of conflicts of interest. I promise to always tell the truth as I see it. Of course, I would appreciate it if you’d let me know when I’m wrong. I love sports arguments and hope to be in a few of them with you here. Personal info: One-handed backhand, serve-and-volleyer. View all posts by gregcouch

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