Rafa Nadal: My Personal Hero (Until Roger Wins Again)

Because I have undying allegiance to my favorite sports star, I just have to get this out of the way before I move on: I LOVE ROGER FEDERER. I LOVE HIM, I LOVE HIM, I LOVE HIM. He is my favorite.OK, that’s out of my system.

Is Rafa Nadal not the hottest male you have ever seen walk the face of this Earth? I thought I was going to have a heart attack every time his upper-arm muscles rippled during the Wimbledon final (which means I almost had a heart attack approximately 18273476 times).

Let’s face it: Sunday’s Wimbledon men’s championship match was probably the most amazing final to take place in any tennis tournament, ever. Drama. Grace. Tears. Sweat. And arm muscles.

Yes, the man who didn’t even make CC’s recent (and admittedly hot) ”Boys of Wimbledon” list has gone and run away with the Wimbledon title. I can’t say I’m surprised—Rafa played an unbelievable match, and you know what I’m talking about if you caught even a few minutes of that five-hour epic battle.

Plus he oozed graciousness and humbleness in the post-match interview, he adores his family (the end of this article is really sweet), he is like a teddy bear off the court and a wild tiger on the court (rawr), and his English is just about the most freaking adorable thing in the entire world.

VAMOS, RAFA!

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