Rodney Dangerfield of Women's Tennis Advances

She rarely gets assigned a night match, and if she does, the networks usually broadcast only the last snippets of it. After she wins, the networks don't hang around to catch her interviews. She barely gets mentioned as a favorite during the tournament, even though she's the number one seed and number one player in the world and has marched through the tournament with ease. She is in none of the ads for the televised coverage, though she has won six Grand Slams, one in each of the last five years.
Maybe you don't even realize who the heck I'm talking about yet. It's Justine Henin--the Rodney Dangerfield of women's tennis.
Sure, the other players respect her, even after outlandish shenanigans like her pulling out of the Australian final a handful of games from defeat in 2006 because, even though she stepped out on the court, ooh, er, eh, suddenly losing to Amelie Mauresmo just made her too ill to carry on.
She may not ever be anyone's favorite player, yelling out "Allez" constantly and glaring like some kind of crazy despot.
But her groundstrokes and footspeed are wonders to behold, not to mention her fight. There she stood, looking all the world like David playing 9 foot 11 inches (right?) Dinara Safina last night. It looked like a pro giving some amateur a tough workout--6-0, 6-2.
She may not have the hoppin, boppin commercial with HP or her own clothing line like her opponent in the next round. And few may remember she knocked Serena out of the last two Grand Slams.
I'm guessing Serena hasn't forgotten though. It will be intesting to see if Justine yet again wins, but fails to win much R-E-S-P-E-C-T. I wonder what any of this means to her.