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Collage from www.tennis.com. Note evolution of the look.
It looked like I was having dinner at Hooters with Dok, Andi, Ely and Jason, but what I was really doing was not watching the French Open final.
Hooters was my idea. I’d never been to a Hooters anywhere, so it was an anthropological expedition. It was not what I’d expected at all. It’s a family restaurant where the girls happen to be wearing tank tops that cut off circulation, and tiny shorts. The effect was oddly un-sleazy. Jason noted that he has bigger boobs than many of the waitresses. The food was alright, and the service efficient. Granted, we were seated at the famous people table. The staff and customers all had their pictures taken with E.
Although I had barred myself from watching any of the matches at Roland Garros (or talking about them, which I assure you is very very very difficult), I was hoping that the men’s final would be showing on the TVs at Hooters. That way I would get to watch The Fed go for his 14th, and still stick to my grand slam rehab. Turns out Hooters is not a tennis kind of place. The TVs were tuned to an ultimate fighting championship. Oldies blared from the speaker right above our heads. I heard Footloose, Sunglasses At Night, and Shake It Up a dozen times.
Dorski texted me updates after each set. 6-1. Excellent. Have a beer. Ige joined us. Jason demonstrated the difference between American Vogue and French Vogue. 7-6. A fan ran onto the court, straight at The Fed. Remember Monica Seles? ‘That does it,’ I said, and invited myself to Ige’s house for what I was certain would be the last set.
We got there at 3-1. Kevin noted that the commentators made little mention of the fan incident. There will likely be an investigation, this is a serious breach. We agreed that tennis on TV would be so much better if the commentators just shut up. At match point Soderling’s return hit the net, and The Fed was crying before he hit the clay.
Andre Agassi presented the trophy, being the last player before today to have won a career grand slam (all surfaces). The French have not had a champion at Roland Garros in decades, but at least they got someone who speaks French. ‘Look, it’s Anna Wintour’ prompted another American Vogue (stiff) versus French Vogue (practically liquid) comparison.
We are happy.
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On his blog Peter Bodo reports that Roger Federer and Marat Safin both played roles in Svetlana Kuznetsova’s French Open victory over Dinara Safina.
Families are complicated. As my Royal Tenenbaums poster says, Family isn’t a word, it’s a sentence.
Kuzzie has two slams and goes drinking with Marat. Rrrrrrrrrrr.
Answers to questions you might be asking, unless you wandered onto this site purely by accident >>>
June 8th, 2009 at 04:24
Kuzzie has two slams and goes drinking with Marat. Rrrrrrrrrrr.
I am just f……ing curious what the above MEAN?
I think it is a f….ing display of something which is done in private.
Frankly, I am f….ing fuming, at such public rah rah.
June 8th, 2009 at 04:24
No matter how good Soderling’s form is going into the final, his game would always be a bad match-up for Roger’s (much like Roger’s to Rafa’s). Their head-to-head record speaks for itself. Roger simply knows how to deal with big servers, and players who hit very powerful and flat off both wings.
Simply put, Soderling is Roger’s bitch.
Uncle Toni said Rafa is doubtful for this year’s Wimbledon due to problems with his left knee (He already withdrew from Queen’s). Anyway, I’m hoping Rafa fully recovers before Wimbledon because I want revenge! Hehe!
June 8th, 2009 at 09:50
I’m just plain happy!
And seeing crybaby Fed (and I love him for it!) at the 2006 Australian Open trophy presentation never gets old!
June 8th, 2009 at 15:38
When Rafa exited at Roland Garros, i knew Federer would take home the championship trophy – it was Rafa or Federer and Soderling was never part of that picture. Now, I can breathe easy…
July 3rd, 2009 at 10:09
A late big congratulatory message to The Fed for finally winning French Open… Cheers!