Not the reason I came to Italy, but the reason I came to Rome. That is Jannik Sinner, #1 male tennis player and possibly the best player ever. I fell for his focus, maturity, lack of on-court drama (of the bratty sort), and kindness to opponents when he was #9 or so. I backed the right horse. #1 for a solid year now, and there's every chance it will become 5 years.
I had a marvelous time watching him win twice. I laughed, I cried, I bonded with strangers. Last night, I got rained on, drenched, and sat in wet clothes in plummeting temps to applaud him and, here in this press photo, got applauded in return.
And I bought 5 tickets to make sure to catch him 2 times, so have given away my final ticket to instead walk around ancient Rome today. Much less stressed about catching my rush-hour train that way, too, but also I cannot possibly surpass the experience of watching him win last night, so ... Tennis done, except watching on TV some evenings after exhausting tourist acts.
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