The tale of two Gods

September 16th, 2009

Don’t expect anything close to mythology as my definition of God is a spirit who goes beyond divinity in what they do or perform.

As biased as I can be, nothing shall redeem my love towards Federer and Sachin, the two Gods of two worlds. Unlike any other persons in their era, they have cast huge clouds on all the rest with their love towards their individual games and over-shadowed everyone else with their huge but naturally bread talent and horned skills.

Federer’s loss in US Open final has yet to go down my throat. Not taking anything away from the young and brilliant Del Potro, I attribute his loss mainly to his 1st serve success percentage. We all knew why he is considered the greatest player ever to have played that game. The gamut and array of angles, passes, drops, spins, loops, serves and all the paraphernalia that surrounds tennis this guy possesses, intimidates his rivals to the core. His belief in tennis as his soul and body is simply unmatched. He is divine as he is to the sport and we are all fortunate to be in his era.

World’s apart there is Sachin, whom many consider as God in his own respects and made Cricket as a religion than ever, whose un-mistaken love towards the game brought him the status that no other sports person on this planet can ever have. Always wearing the burden of billion plus aspirations, he had not quenched his thirst to give us more and more and is a viewers delight.

It is not a surprise that he doesn’t have a signature shot as he has mastered everything in the book and has been a book by himself. There are two ways to score a run, hit the ball and run on the wicket and the other, play the ball and run on the wicket. The thin difference of hit and play is what makes Sachin the divine force. Technically he is perfect, aesthetically he is a treat, in execution he is exquisite and in stature he is God.

Words and thesaurus have shrunk my lines, sorry.