What a match, huh?
So did anybody see it? The Wimbledon mens finals?
Okay, first off, I’m fully aware that no one reads this blog. And second, I’m more aware that even if you do (and you should probably get some kind of hobby or something if you do, because I know this was not an easy site to find), tennis probably isn’t the first choice in Sunday programming. Hell, you might even be watching MC Hammer deliver a killer sermon before you tune in to the tennis.
But if you did….well, just wow. What a match, huh? Incredible action from start to finish. Watching those two play is like getting a chance to sit over Michelangelo’s shoulder while painting the Sistine. Actually, that probably would have involved some kind of weird upside down contraption thingy now that I think about it. But you get what I’m saying.
These guys are so obviously the best of the best. They glide across the court, making shots that would cause me to contort into some unnatural, most likely permanent position look as easy and natural as a child sucking a pacifier. Yes, it’s true. Upon further reading, that last statement is still creepy and doesn’t make that much sense.
If you saw the match, you got to see the best of the best compete. And for that, I hope you consider yourself lucky. I know I do.
