Only a fool would pick against Nadal on the terre battue of Paris, France. The conditions are dry meaning Nadal's shots are bouncing high off the court. Djokovic has been shaky at times this year, but put forth one of his best two efforts of the year on clay against Nadal in Monte Carlo.
This may very well be one of the biggest matches in the career of Djokovic. He wants the career slam and will have to go through Nadal to win the French to get it, or wait on Nadal's eventual demise from the game. He wants to take it from Nadal himself.
As always, Nadal will come out with nerves and fall behind early in the first set. Eventually, he loses the first set 7-5. Djokovic carries that momentum into the second set, but fails to stomp on Nadal's throat and lets him back in. Nadal wins the set set tie-breaker 7-6. It takes Djokovic a set to recover and he lets the third slip away 6-3. Djokovic battles like a champ in the fourth, but can't overcome an early break losing the fourth, 6-4, and the match. 5-7, 7-6, 6-3, 6-4.
Tsonga punches Ferrer in the woman parts and will play Nadal in the final.
Because the French hate Nadal, and because Nadal will be playing a frenchman, the crowd will be boisterously and hostilely effete towards Nadal. The match will be stopped multiple times to sweep the court of buttery croissants and pastries aimed at the spanaird. Nadal will momentarily forget to align his water bottles and adjust his underwear. The gods of voodoo and superstition, insulted, will allow Tsonga a two set lead.
Tsonga, still smarting from an ankle injury he sustained during his post-match twirling celebration against Federer, will suddenly lose a step and allow Nadal to climb back into contention.
Unfortunately, as the fifth set begins, Uncle Toni falls asleep after a night of preaching on the streets of Paris denying the existence of God. Nadal, confused and wounded by Uncle Toni's seeming lack of belief or interest, pulls deep into his movie scene repertoire, and transmogrifies into a less-cool version of Richie Tenenbaum:
"Tennis Announcer 1: That's 72 unforced errors for Rafael Nadal. He's playing the worst tennis of his life. What's he feeling right now?
Tennis Announcer 2: I don't know, Jim. There's obviously something wrong with him. He's taken off his shoes and one of his socks and... actually, I think he's crying."
Shortly thereafter, he retires from professional tennis and takes up a career in longshore fishing.
I think I hear my alarm clock going off, excuse me.