Leave it to Svetlana Kuznetsova to reach into the bottomless bag of animal similes and come up comparing herself to. . . a mouse. Yesterday, after Serena Williams snatched a semifinal match away from her here at the Sony Ericsson Open, Kuzzie groped for the analogy that best described the events of the day and came up with this:
"Yeah, I think this game I had so many chances. It was amazing. Every time I felt like I had it, but I could not take it, you know?" She paused and raised her right arm, pretending to hold some imaginary object aloft, and concluded, "Like you have cheese here. . . and you cannot just eat it."
Still, how often does the mouse get to scale the counter and actually get to hold that indescribably savory and aromatic wad of Limburger in its tiny trembling paws - and with the rolling on its back on the sunny spot on the floor no less?
Not very.
So Kuznetsova was surprisingly upbeat about the way Williams suddenly rolled over onto her belly and sprang up on the counter to take the cheese for herself. Mice do best when they're reconciled to their place in the food chain; they also know they can grow pretty fat and sassy feasting on breadcrumbs instead of Limburger.
Describing a match between 'Rena and Sveta as a grand drama on the order of, oh, an episode of Tom and Jerry (shall we say the incomparable Puss Gets the Boot?) isn't just an exercise in mere whimsy. Kuznetsova is built on a mouse platform, with a thick body and no appreciable waist, as well as strong legs that she puts to good use scurrying energetically around the court. 'Rena has a seemingly enormous advantage in her long limbs and the lax, limber muscles that enable her to pounce in surprise. Watching her, you often get the feeling that she's not all that interested in running; her specialty is the short burst and the kinetic explosion.
True to the mouse spirit, Kuzzie is a worker; if you've ever spent time in the country and heard mice racing along the rafters on cold, still night, you know what I mean. And at the start of the match, Sveta was all industry. She's fleet but not at all leggy; she just churns along, and then puts her remarkable eye-hand co-ordination to work in an effort to probe and open up the court with a slice here, a flat drive there, a topspin lob somewhere else. It worked perfectly in the early going, because Williams looked sluggish and out of sorts. You know trouble is afoot when the you can hear the murmuring of the crowd and know they're asking: What's wrong with Serena?