Rafa Nadal’s absence from the US Open in Queens has taken some sizzle out of the tournament but there always seems to be a special, unexpected storyline to emerge from this event. Without any hint it was coming, the most talented and charismatic American male tennis player of the last decade announced he was leaving the game. Andy Roddick’s 30th birthday fell on an off day last week. He chose that day to tell assembled tennis media in Flushing Meadows he would retire after getting bounced from the year‘s final major. One look at Roddick’s Open draw told you why he chose last Thursday to make such a declaration. There was no way he could go out on top. Too many better big hitters stood in his way. Rather than bottle up such news, Roddick gave fair warning to an adoring fandom. It provided both player and fan a chance to say goodbye. Andy advanced two more rounds before getting ousted by Juan Martn del Potro in a fourth round match that spanned two days. Slotted in prime time when the Ashe court is at its most special, rainstorms delayed Andy’s goodbye when it would have been most fitting. Under the lights in the big city. But that interruption Tuesday night provided a reminder of why Andy has been so likeable. With his wife, coach and a few pals sitting opposite his changeover chair, Andy grinned as the sound system played a pop music tune with a heavy beat. The rain fell harder. Andy clenched his fists and feigned a dance move. His box mock-danced. Everybody laughed. The match was suspended and everybody went home. On Wednesday just four losing points from retirement, Andy gazed into the upper deck at Ashe and tears filled his eyes. Filaments from a frayed towel he used to wipe sweat off his face covered his right cheek. And then it was over. He didn’t go out on top. But he’ll be remembered for a long time for mischievous and entertaining post-match interviews with Bud Collins. He got the one major in Flushing. He played that historic five-setter with Federer at Wimbledon in 2009. He was deeply devoted to the under-appreciated Davis Cup team concept. He was really, really funny in victory – and defeat. I’ll miss him, for sure.

-Mizzou’s first conference football game since the university’s financially-motivated decision to join the SEC comes Saturday night in Columbia against Georgia. The point spread is puzzling. The Dawgs opened at minus 3.5 but have dropped to minus 2. I’ll be shocked if Mizzou can stay within two touchdowns of Georgia. The two teams have squared off just once in history. It was the 1960 Orange Bowl and Dan Devine was the Mizzou coach.

-Tomorrow (Thursday) is the first day of classes for New York City’s 1.1 million public school students. Scheduled week-long breaks in both late February and late March push the end of the school year to June 26, 2013. The latest data released by the city puts average high school class size at 26.8. Free breakfast is served to all NYC public school students who want it and lunches cost $1.50 for those who come from families who don’t fall below certain income limits. On the city-wide breakfast menu for the first day of school: “Home-style French toast with warm peach topping and a turkey sausage patty.”

Little coming out of the two late-summer political conventions staged in advance of the presidential election resonates with a guy like me. I’m a union worker who opposes hydraulic fracturing to extract natural gas from deep below the ground. I oppose US government deployment of remote-controlled drones to kill the enemy. I’m upset about President Obama’s sharp escalation of war in Afghanistan where a hundred-thousand American men and women were stationed under his watch.  I believe true health care reform only comes with implementation of universally accessible coverage administered by a single non-profit entity. It ticks me off that Bradley Manning is still in a cage and I want a leader who admits free trade agreements shut down factories and the decent jobs attached to them.

None of the above is discussed by those addressing the conventions.

I’m not enthused about either of the two major candidates running for president. If I had kids, I’d be pissed and worried about where we’re headed as a country. As it is, I consume politics now with the understanding I’ll always be left of the left enough to feel left out. But that’s ok. I still watch the conventions because they open a window on the choice before us in a way stump speeches don’t. It’s part theatre. It’s part farce. The conduct of delegates is freakish at times and one can absorb it and react to it however one chooses beyond casting the single vote when the time comes. I like to laugh at most of it rather than cry about it.

Major television networks have quit on the conventions for all but an hour or so of the final three nights. They say they’re scripted. They are. At least they were until Mitt Romney got starry-eyed and slotted in Clint Eastwood without pre-screening the coherence of the 82-year-old actor’s words or current mental state.

I think Romney is tormented somewhat by the pull of the tea party. He picked a skilled politician to fill out the bottom half of the ticket. His choice is viewed favorably among the existing heart and soul of the Grand Old Party but Paul Ryan’s documented effort to dismantle Medicare will doom Romney in Florida. How Florida goes is how this election goes and Obama got a gift with the selection of Ryan.

The congressman from Janesville, WI set off alarms at PolitiFact while accepting his nomination last Wednesday. A lying politician is nothing new of course, but Ryan’s convention speech was unsettling for its utter recklessness with facts. He lied up and down that speech when all he really needed to do was talk about the absence of an economic pulse in battleground states since Obama took office.

“The recovery that was promised is nowhere in sight,” said Ryan. Yes. That’s fair. That’s a good line. And that’s what the Romney campaign should say ’til it turns pink. Instead, Ryan used his big shot on the national stage to set off a stink-bomb of lies that were so egregious, they were laughed at by analysts in real time. Blaming the closure of a Janesville auto plant on Obama when it had been chained shut before he took office sounded good if you’re sitting at home unaware of the background of that anecdote. But Ryan lied and then he lied some more on the subject of Medicare.

Ryan says the health care reform measure objectively viewed as the cornerstone accomplishment of Obama’s first term “raids” or “funnels out” $716 billion from Medicare “at the expense of the elderly.” The health care legislation (adopted by a GOP-controlled US House and upheld by US Supremes tilted conservatively) does in fact apply a $716 billion savings assumption to growth in Medicare spending over a ten-year period but does so using a variety of mechanisms targeting administrative bloat. It’s hardly a “raid” on Medicare‘s recipients.

Ryan’s tact on this subject is vile given his personal efforts in Congress to address Medicare’s deficit crisis by shifting older Americans into a down-the-road voucher system that would expand the existing for-profit health care model that’s proven to be so badly broken and costly for the rest of the population.

“Our rights come from nature and God and not from government!” said Ryan as a nearly all-white crowd cheered wildly.

The next night Romney mocked global warming about an hour after Clint spoke to an empty chair.

This week, the Democrats are meeting in a state with a law that makes it near-impossible for workers to unionize.

It all would be more interesting in terms of delegate math had Romney found a running mate who appealed to the party base without killing the ticket’s chances in Florida. I’m not sure who that guy is. Chris Christie maybe?

As it is, you can circle October 11 on your calendar. That’s when Joe Biden and Paul Ryan meet at a small college auditorium in Danville, KY for the one and only 2012 Vice-presidential debate. The networks won’t abbreviate their coverage for that event, that’s for sure.