No thread for this little jewel. Oh well...here goes.
Forgive my lousy posts as of yesterday...I had my right hand operated on for Dupuytren's Contracture. The devastating effect of having to type with a bandage the size of a tennis ball in my right palm is maddening. They gave me an assortment of pain meds...including four shiny tabs of morphine but I haven't taken any of it. You can call me "King of Pain".
You can call me anything you like...except a "whining bitch".
But anyways...fresh back from Paris and the red clay of Roland Garros. Now I know why it is called the "Parisian Hour"...actually now I know why I made that term up. I have yet to make my thoughts public here...but I will.
Live from London it's the traditional Queen's tournament...lawn tennis. Nobody bother's to question it anymore but the net game has all but disappeared from the game of tennis. The politically correct dog and pony show goes on. No matter...life goes on. Nobody cares. The remaining semi-finalists are Stanislas Wawrinka versus Grigor Dimitrov (Wawrinka leads 2-0 head to head) and Radek Stepanek versus Feliciano Lopez.
You know...these are really strange days. You gotta be careful what you say these days. Tip toeing around the truth is as precarious as swimming in a pond of alligators...but these are grass courts and nobody is going to the net let alone serving and volleying. I say nobody and that isn't entirely true...Radek Stepanek makes the trek more than anybody but then again he is basically a 35 year old journeyman these days.
But many of the top seeds have quietly disappeared in both of the two grass court tournaments that are being hosted simultaneously this week. Unable to cope with a different surface where the ball is not bouncing shoulder high to accommodate their strong forehand grips and two handed backhands...the lack of initiative to conclude things at the net. A whole host of players succumbing to lesser ranked opponents causing stroke to opine about the serious depth of men's tennis. I say it is quite the opposite.
So just for the sake of illustration this may or may not be interesting today. Two matches and four possible outcomes. The top half of two legitimate up and comers and the bottom half made up of a couple of thirty-something journeymen looking for a shot of redemption.
Forgive my lousy posts as of yesterday...I had my right hand operated on for Dupuytren's Contracture. The devastating effect of having to type with a bandage the size of a tennis ball in my right palm is maddening. They gave me an assortment of pain meds...including four shiny tabs of morphine but I haven't taken any of it. You can call me "King of Pain".
You can call me anything you like...except a "whining bitch".
But anyways...fresh back from Paris and the red clay of Roland Garros. Now I know why it is called the "Parisian Hour"...actually now I know why I made that term up. I have yet to make my thoughts public here...but I will.
Live from London it's the traditional Queen's tournament...lawn tennis. Nobody bother's to question it anymore but the net game has all but disappeared from the game of tennis. The politically correct dog and pony show goes on. No matter...life goes on. Nobody cares. The remaining semi-finalists are Stanislas Wawrinka versus Grigor Dimitrov (Wawrinka leads 2-0 head to head) and Radek Stepanek versus Feliciano Lopez.
You know...these are really strange days. You gotta be careful what you say these days. Tip toeing around the truth is as precarious as swimming in a pond of alligators...but these are grass courts and nobody is going to the net let alone serving and volleying. I say nobody and that isn't entirely true...Radek Stepanek makes the trek more than anybody but then again he is basically a 35 year old journeyman these days.
But many of the top seeds have quietly disappeared in both of the two grass court tournaments that are being hosted simultaneously this week. Unable to cope with a different surface where the ball is not bouncing shoulder high to accommodate their strong forehand grips and two handed backhands...the lack of initiative to conclude things at the net. A whole host of players succumbing to lesser ranked opponents causing stroke to opine about the serious depth of men's tennis. I say it is quite the opposite.
So just for the sake of illustration this may or may not be interesting today. Two matches and four possible outcomes. The top half of two legitimate up and comers and the bottom half made up of a couple of thirty-something journeymen looking for a shot of redemption.
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