Watching Kyrgios play Djokovic in the Wimbledon final is painful. Kyrgios has always been his worst enemy, but here he is on the largest stage in tennis playing one of the greatest players in the history of tennis (if not my favorite of the big boys). Once more, Kyrgios is beating himself, on the paradigmatic occasion where he doesn't really need any help.
At the changeovers the TV network has been lingering on Kyrgios as he sits in his chair and mutters and yells, be it at himself, the umpire, the universe, whatever is the subject of his continuing ire at that moment.
For the most part, I am pulling for Djokovic here just because I don't want to see Kyrgios's antics rewarded. But really, it's his mental illness I don't want to see rewarded. Kyrgios should accept his limitations and get help. Hire a coach, a shrink, a guru, learn to listen to adults. He could and should be the future of tennis for a few years yet (he's 27). He could and should have been the future of tennis almost a decade ago when he emerged on the scene and his potential was apparent to everyone, but he disappeared into the pain cave he erected for himself. I hope he can emerge, but I think his only chance is to lose here and take his medicine.
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