Rafael Nadal...
Rafael really annoys me. Getting up in the middle of the night and watching him was even more annoying than usual. Watching his obsessive compulsive self absorbed behavior from my dream like state only confirmed what I believe about him. He's not very bright (no fault of his own) and he's is as a consequence without a perspective about the reality of things. He actually believe that he adores all of the adulation that the throng of idiots heap on him. At one point Jack Sock took a spill on the court and Fafa the actor tried his best to feign some interest in the condition of his opponent although it's obvious he doesn't care on iota about anyone else other than himself. He gives proof of that small detail every time he goes into his infantile preserve return where he begins by plucking his underwear out of his ass or whatever it is that he is doing. He doesn't care that his opponent has to wait that inordinate amount of time just for the honor or receiving his serve. Or how about the anal retentent behavior of the water bottles therefore making his opponent further wait on him. What about the obsession with the lines on the court or the business of crossing paths with the opponent at the change of sides. The list is getting longer.
The ultimate cut was the challenging of match point on a line he had a clear view of robbing Roger Federer of a glorious moment...making him wait until Retard Boy had his way. The runner-up speech at the same Australian Open should have been concluded with someone yanking the mike out of hand after 15 seconds of his self congratulatory speech to himself. Every expression on his face reveals how self centered he is without a hint of class or an idea how he comes off. It doesn't matter that the herd will make a big deal out of him...the herd is always headed in the wrong direction.
Jack Sock is equally uninteresting. Anyone that wears a baseball cap backwards to play tennis professionally in loses me from the beginning. There can be no redeeming qualities...except to say...it's a sign of the times. The forehand is really obnoxious. He hit one three meters to the left of his backhand sideline. Number one...the forehand cannot be that good and number two...the backhand cannot be that bad. Nadal just plunked the ball to the forehand side of the court and Sock looked at it helplessly.
Then there were the two commentatoes. The dim witted English accent idiots that sound like a couple of computer generated voices...programmed to lavish praise at every conceivable opportunity. What a team. Between the two of them they kept up a nonstop stream of garbage for a backdrop of the play...which was absolutely terrible. They were using words like "sublime". I was wondering if we were watching the same thing...or if we were even in the same universe.
Rafael really annoys me. Getting up in the middle of the night and watching him was even more annoying than usual. Watching his obsessive compulsive self absorbed behavior from my dream like state only confirmed what I believe about him. He's not very bright (no fault of his own) and he's is as a consequence without a perspective about the reality of things. He actually believe that he adores all of the adulation that the throng of idiots heap on him. At one point Jack Sock took a spill on the court and Fafa the actor tried his best to feign some interest in the condition of his opponent although it's obvious he doesn't care on iota about anyone else other than himself. He gives proof of that small detail every time he goes into his infantile preserve return where he begins by plucking his underwear out of his ass or whatever it is that he is doing. He doesn't care that his opponent has to wait that inordinate amount of time just for the honor or receiving his serve. Or how about the anal retentent behavior of the water bottles therefore making his opponent further wait on him. What about the obsession with the lines on the court or the business of crossing paths with the opponent at the change of sides. The list is getting longer.
The ultimate cut was the challenging of match point on a line he had a clear view of robbing Roger Federer of a glorious moment...making him wait until Retard Boy had his way. The runner-up speech at the same Australian Open should have been concluded with someone yanking the mike out of hand after 15 seconds of his self congratulatory speech to himself. Every expression on his face reveals how self centered he is without a hint of class or an idea how he comes off. It doesn't matter that the herd will make a big deal out of him...the herd is always headed in the wrong direction.
Jack Sock is equally uninteresting. Anyone that wears a baseball cap backwards to play tennis professionally in loses me from the beginning. There can be no redeeming qualities...except to say...it's a sign of the times. The forehand is really obnoxious. He hit one three meters to the left of his backhand sideline. Number one...the forehand cannot be that good and number two...the backhand cannot be that bad. Nadal just plunked the ball to the forehand side of the court and Sock looked at it helplessly.
Then there were the two commentatoes. The dim witted English accent idiots that sound like a couple of computer generated voices...programmed to lavish praise at every conceivable opportunity. What a team. Between the two of them they kept up a nonstop stream of garbage for a backdrop of the play...which was absolutely terrible. They were using words like "sublime". I was wondering if we were watching the same thing...or if we were even in the same universe.
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