She couldn’t win a single sport.

In the third spherical of the French Open on Saturday, Wang Xinyu of China needed to consider there was no less than an opportunity she might defeat Iga Swiatek, the occasion’s reigning ladies’s singles champion and prime seed. Wang isn’t any slouch, in any case. She is a hard-hitting 21-year-old who in April hit a career-high rating of 59th on the planet, and she will be able to put up a viable struggle in opposition to the perfect.

But she misplaced, and it was as ugly as might be: 6-0, 6-0 — in tennis parlance, a dreaded double bagel. The match didn’t final for much longer than the warm-up.

I say there’s glory in that type of imperfection.

Long stay the frail. The weary and worn, the strugglers and the stragglers. The athletes who woefully undergo losses in public.

Long stay the defeated in sports activities.

We’ve seen lots of them over the previous week or so, and we’ll quickly be seeing extra.

Of course, this received’t occur solely on the slippery clay on the French Open.

The N.B.A. and N.H.L. playoffs have lastly reached their finals. College softball, rising quick in reputation, is within the combine with the N.C.A.A. Division I championships. The Oklahoma Sooners are aiming for a 3rd straight title — and so as to add to their Division I file of 51 consecutive victories — after beating Stanford on Monday in a semifinal in further innings. Let’s have some sympathy for the Sooners’ cavalcade of victims.

Most of the narrative will deal with the winners of those championships. That’s solely pure. The world’s best athletes stretch and bend the bounds of human potential. The better of one of the best even appear able to controlling time. No marvel we watch them carry out with awe that feels existential. They have turn into godlike in our world.

That’s fantastic and comprehensible, however give me the tennis participant who struggles with all her may to win a single sport in a Grand Slam match. Give me the basketball star who shanks essential free throws and the goaltender in hockey who slips and lets the profitable slap shot whir by.

Give me nerves that wilt when the stress comes. I’m right here for reflexes that aren’t what they was once.

Why? Well, the victors are all the time going to get their due. But to err, as everyone knows, is human — fully and superbly so. And those that lose in so many alternative methods occupy the extra relatable nook of big-time sports activities.

There’s consolation in realizing that extremely conditioned, supremely coordinated, deeply battle-tested athletes can tire, cramp, succumb to stress, battle to get sufficient air and undergo stinging defeat. In the act of failing, they turn into, even when solely briefly, extra like the remainder of us schmoes.

So we are able to take solace within the Boston Bruins, who posted a file 65 wins within the common season, promptly shedding within the first spherical of the N.H.L. playoffs to the Florida Panthers. High expectations for the Stanley Cup turned lifeless weight. Who can relate? I do know I can.

Speaking of Boston, within the N.B.A. playoffs, the Celtics’ Jaylen Brown and Jayson Tatum battled again from a 3-0 gap to tie the Miami Heat within the Eastern Conference finals. Then, in Game 7, with a history-making comeback in play, they collectively laid a stink bomb, placing in performances that stand among the many worst and weakest of their careers.

Ever been on the precipice of one thing nice, solely to fail — and fail arduous, in public? Yeah, me too, going again to the fifth-grade play by which I forgot my strains, tripped onstage and almost broke my nostril. It wasn’t arduous to sympathize with Brown and Tatum as they clunked shot after shot, and Miami received by 19 factors, with all these hundreds of thousands tuning in.

The pink clay at Roland Garros — the place no step is certain, no bounce might be counted on and every match can flip right into a grueling marathon — provides as clear a window as any into the crushing reality of sports activities.

Players stroll onto the courts wanting like Parisian runway fashions, their pores and skin bronzed, their crisp outfits pressed. Then, as soon as the matches get shifting, actuality units in.

At the opposite Grand Slam tennis tournaments, the factors usually end rapid-fire. On the Roland Garros clay, the factors can prolong like a John Coltrane solo. They can go on and on, stress mounting, tempo constructing in a crescendo.

In probably the most extended and aggressive matches you possibly can usually see agony — psychological as a lot as bodily — descend upon the gamers. Uncertainty creeps in, and with it gauntness. Muscles weaken and tremble. The crisp outfits — sneakers, socks, shirts, wristbands, headbands, hats — cake with sweat and clumps of clay.

Wang was not on court docket lengthy sufficient to undergo like this in opposition to Swiatek. But Gaël Monfils of France was. Monfils, a weathered, 36-year-old veteran taking part in in maybe his remaining Grand Slam in entrance of his house crowd, received his first-round match regardless of going through a 4-0 fifth-set deficit. Along the way in which, he struggled previous aching lungs and a storm of leg cramps. He eked out the match, however was so drained and sore that he couldn’t make it to the court docket for his second-round match two days later.

The march of time waits on nobody.

A couple of days later, a a lot youthful participant, Jannik Sinner of Italy — 21, seeded No. 8 and rising quick — took to Suzanne Lenglen Court in opposition to Daniel Altmaier, a journeyman ranked No. 79.

Sinner ought to have received with out a lot bother.

He nosed forward early, however struggled. An hour handed. Altmaier caught up. Another hour glided by. The match turned a stalemate. Three hours turned to 4. Sinner held two match factors — and coughed up each. They headed right into a fifth set. Sinner fell behind and got here again: He confronted 4 match factors, however received all of them.

And then … after which, after 5 hours 26 minutes, Sinner watched a screaming serve fly previous his outstretched racket for an ace. Game. Set. Match. Final rating: 6-7 (0), 7-6 (7), 1-6, 7-6 (4), 7-5. The upset was the fifth-longest match in French Open historical past.

Sinner walked off the court docket messy and tussled, his face betraying the self-doubt frequent to losers. In different phrases, he was superbly human.