In Dmitry, We Trust.

what a week, if your name happens to be dmitry tursunov! stuck knee-deep in controversy and getting the sharp edge from a few tennis journos here and there (oh dima, they're just JEALOUS) and coming out of the week with a title win (a first), right after seeing off your country to the davis cup final on your weakest surface (what, he had won just one match this whole clay season?!)

but lets kick off with the truly essential: the tursunov blog!

he's churning out the entries, folks! he actually enjoys the process of penning down bon mots and tall tales with that edgy russian humor! just my kinda' man! head over there quick and make sure you bookmark it: ATP's resident blogger is not someone your going to want to miss.

Which brings us to the ahem, controversy aspect. right after the davis cup win (yeah that humongo one where he kicked himself some andy-asphalt) - it all happened so fast: the russian team went to hug, smoulder and cherish to death their blonde hero, and igor andreev ending up giving our dima a smacker, right on the lips. ofcourse it was all fast and in a rush of emotion and most probably, igor wanted to kiss the cheek (a european commonality amongst men and women) but accidentally ended up hitting the pucker, ahem. so yes, now the whole tennis world thinks he's gay and it's quite an uproar really. and it's all they showed on tv the davis cup weekend ;) sly sportscenter peeps ;)

ahem!

but dmitry made sure he let people know that controversy was the last thing on his mind the week he made it all the way to the trophy in mumbai! his first ATP tittle!

he's happy, he's loved and he's popular. what more could dima want?



and here, folks, is our international moment of zen:

Question: If you had your own cologne, what would it be called?

Dmitry Tursunov: That would depend on the smell. For a strong and woodsy fragrance, The Communist. For a light and lemony fragrance, The Traitor.