As expected, Sydney’s sports reporters are all but committing suicide over Lleyton Hewitt’s shock first round loss yesterday at the Open.

    He was that battery bunny gone flat. Superman with kryptonite in his racquet handle. Popeye all out of spinach. Lleyton Hewitt was not himself. The great Australian hope was run around, worn down and, after three hours and 33 minutes, conquered.

Yeah, they take sports pretty seriously here. (I kinda agree with Lleyton about that dodgy trainer break at 5-4 in the tie breaker, though.)