This one is forever. For Andy Murray. For Britain. It took forever.
It lasts forever.
Andy Murray is the Wimbledon champion. How many times has he heard that in his head over the years? How many times has he told himself he'd never be there? He beat Novak Djokovic 6-4, 7-5, 6-4 on Sunday. He is the first Brit to win Wimbledon since Fred Perry in 1936.
When Murray jumped into the crowd to thank everyone, hug everyone, high-five, the way Wimbledon champs do, he stood on the ledge and stopped to wave to the crowd. I hadn't seen that before. They've been there for him. (He also forgot to hug his Mom, and had to come back for her).
"I did forget her,'' he said. "I just heard her squealing when I tried to get down.''
Understand that for the Brits, this is like the Boston Red Sox finally winning the World Series. It would be like the Chicago Cubs. . . well, let's be serious.
Sometimes, it seems impossible breaking forever, making forever.