Save me, Båstad!

Sometimes tennis is the best thing in the world, and sometimes it is the absolute worst thing in the world. Covered in shit, smothered with rotten eggs and wrapped in layers of poison ivy. Monday was such a day. And it hurts you. Physically hurts you even though you are not physically hurt. It was one of those days you can’t sleep after. You lie in bed and contemplate things you could have done, should have done, and why you do things at all. There is no escape for me when days turn out like this. Time is my only friend and yet at the same time, my enemy. Because I cannot make my friend go faster and to feel good, I need him to move quickly.

I never believed in comparing bad times with others or situations. You feel what you feel at the time you feel it. And this loss hurt me.

Luckily for me though, one of the absolute highpoints is coming up. My hometown tournament, Swedish Open. There is no tournament that I enjoy more than this one. All the time I have spent here and all the things I have done. I have mentioned it before but for any new readers, I used to be a ball boy here, I was a mascot here. (In a costume yes!!!! Not just as myself) So I have literally grown up with this tournament. And to have won it 3 times in a row, well that is just a joke really. A true joke I guess.

After Wimbledon I flew to Munich to see a doctor again to keep my body in check. I’m not a spring chicken anymore so I need regular check ups to try and keep everything in place. From top to toe.

Anyway, Båstad, it doesn’t just mean the tournament for me. It also means family. Most of my family lives around here and since I don’t get to see them so often, it really makes the whole week extra special. My family has been the backbone of my tennis career and they continue to be. Knowing that someone is there for you no matter what is what gives me the energy to continue. Nothing is more important to me. Family that is…