The colossal talents David Foster Wallace and Roger Federer crossed paths at the 2006 Wimbledon championships. Wallace marked the occasion with a graceful paean to Federer for PLAY, the New York Times' sports magazine, entitled "Roger Federer as Religious Experience."
Its core assertion:
If you've never seen [Roger Federer] play live, and then do, in person, on the sacred grass of Wimbledon, ... you are apt to have what one of the tournament's press bus drivers describes as a "bloody near-religious experience." It may be tempting, at first, to hear a phrase like this as just one more of the overheated tropes that people resort to to describe the feeling of Federer Moments. But the driver's phrase turns out to be true — literally, for an instant ecstatically.
What David Foster Wallace did with a pen, Roger Federer does with a racket. And notwithstanding Wallace's take on the reductiveness of watching tennis on video ("the truth is that TV tennis is to live tennis pretty much as video porn is to the felt reality of human love"), we celebrate the brilliance of these two men with this week's installment of Friday Live: