There are a few mornings on the calendar that I guard fiercely, and the second Sunday of July is one of them. Wimbledon Finals Day 2025 had me up early here in Canada, coffee in hand, television tuned in, and my phone silenced so nothing could interrupt what has become my favourite annual ritual. The Championships had already delivered two weeks of surprises, but the final weekend promised something special, and it absolutely delivered.
What a match. Jannik Sinner walked into the men's final carrying the weight of six straight losses to Carlos Alcaraz, including that heartbreak at Roland Garros just weeks earlier, where he held championship points and let them slip away. I genuinely wondered if the mental scar tissue would show. Instead, Sinner produced the most composed tennis of his career, winning 4-6, 6-4, 6-4, 6-