Look, as most of you know my time as a tennis fan is primarily filled with angst. Though I appreciate them all, I’m not a member of the Federer, Nadal, Djokovic, or even Murray fan club. I tend to embrace the off-beat underdog, the hot-head underachiever, the scrappy veteran, or Agnieszka Radwanska. This means that the first week of Grand Slams for me are usually filled with heart-ache, tears, and multiple therapy sessions. My hopes typically lie with 250s, which means my angst never gets an off-week.