He Wants Much Moya

Jimmy Connors may be looking to Andy Roddick to fill his shoes, but Carlos Moya was calling to mind Connors' great runs as his career was coming to a close, moving into the quarters of the U.S. Open for the first time since 1998, the year when Moya briefly won the French and reached number one in the world.
The oldest man in the draw at 29, which is practically senile in tennis years, and the lowest seed left should Djokovic dispatch with Monaco as he seems well on his way to doing, Moya got both feet way out of the grave after this match, snapping whippernapper Ernests Gulbis even after Moya's usual bout with nerves in the tiebreaker, which he lost--not a huge surprise given how iffy Moya's serve can be.
Moya plays a gutsy brand of tennis that you would think would have been a formula for early burnout. And yet those far younger than him and with games you would think would have built for the power game, like Taylor Dent, are doing color commentary on the US Open web site.
But then Moya is one of the great architects of the sport. After all, look at who he helped put together on that sunny remote isle of Mallorca. A great champion by the name of Rafa Nadal.
Should Rafa win his quarterfinal match, they'll be just one match away from meeting in the semifinals of a Grand Slam instead of the quarters as in the French.
I was wrong about this being the Argentina/Spanish Open. It's the Mallorca Open now.