Play it again, Fed

How many roads must a man walk down
before you call him a man ...
-- Bob Dylan, Blowin' in the wind.
For some men the road seems endless. I am shell-shocked at the way every two-bit sports writer on good earth has jumped up and declared Roger Federer dead-on-arrival at Wimbeldon.
On television the other night, the five-times champion, amazingly polite in the face of boorish questions from the media, said, "Don't write me off yet."
Federer may lose Wimbeldon. But that will not change the fact that he remains one of the greatest sportsmen of all time. For the sake of all things beautiful in life, I hope he wins. Because on song, there is no better sight in sport than FedEx in motion.