Over at Sports Illustrated's blog one can read the following:
"Djokovic collapsed to the turf, on his back, but he did not make a show of his triumph."
Oh really? What do you call dropping to your knees and eating grass? Djokovic rolled over, got on his knees and stuffed handfuls of toxic grass into his mouth in front of a worldwide audience.
In general terms I am not opposed to eating grass. Although I don't personally do this, I can imagine the desire to stuff some hallowed vegetation into my maw. Magical thinking and appetite are brothers surely. Didn't my grandmother once shake Richard Nixon's hand and then not wash her hand for a month? But look, my grandmother didn't stuff Nixon's hand into her mouth. Maybe the thought occurred to her, I don't know. But she didn't do it. What made Djokovic chew and swallow the Wimbledon turf?
I would like to hear from readers about this. Is this an old Serbian tradition? Does eating the ground upon which one has scored a victory go back to the Romans? Help me out on this if you have the inclination.
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 
Will Djokovic eat red clay if he wins the French Open? There’s a name for that: Geophagia.
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