Now it is time for "Gay Paris". Did I ever tell you about the time I was there some five years ago? Paris is no longer Paris by the way. The influx of immigration has dramatically changed the look of the city and it isn't for the better. Police armed with automatic weapons were patrolling the streets as I sat in a sidewalk cafe with the Ugly American and newly made friends...a French gentleman and his Italian companion. My buddy and I were walking back to the hotel and she was walking in front of us the entire way. We could only admire her from the rear. Sitting at the same table was mesmerising and I'm certain her companion noticed but didn't seem to mind at all.
Where was I? Oh yes...the tennis at the French Open. I did manage to catch a match between Novak Djokovic and Milos Ranoic there in the quarterfinals. It was a literal snooze fest. I must have drank at least five cups of some strong French brew to stay awake. Between that match and a woman's grunt fest it was just dreadfully boring. The most interesting thing was the conversation I had with the attractive Russian lady next to me on my left. Putin, Obama, Sharapova...the whole gamut. I am particularly curious by all things Russian. I could never understand why the Americans have this consuming passion to vilify them. They are human too. They love their children too...I am certain of it.
Back to the tournament though...it is so easy to get side tracked. The world is not all about tennis. Tennis is not just about tennis. It is a world wide phenomena. It always has been. As boring as that tournament was in person there was so much to take away. I saw this old timer bopping around the grounds with a wooden racquet swinging his backhand at make believe balls. I stopped him and engaged him in talk. He was somebody. An interesting character.
Roger Federer in the house as the eighth seed, slated to meet Berrettini. in the quarters. Or is it the round of sixteen? Fed is going to have his hands full from the get go. At least he will be the best dressed champion on the court. A lot of these guys look like they are going to the gym. Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic in the side half of the draw for the first time that I can remember. The top half appears to be top heavy.
Ho hum...all foreplay. All of the time. Particularly at the French where everything seems to be in a time warp. Slower and slower. Keep your eyes open. Have another cup of Java. Here's the draw. Make of it what you will. What do you think? Don't be shy now. ZZZzzzzzz.......
Where was I? Oh yes...the tennis at the French Open. I did manage to catch a match between Novak Djokovic and Milos Ranoic there in the quarterfinals. It was a literal snooze fest. I must have drank at least five cups of some strong French brew to stay awake. Between that match and a woman's grunt fest it was just dreadfully boring. The most interesting thing was the conversation I had with the attractive Russian lady next to me on my left. Putin, Obama, Sharapova...the whole gamut. I am particularly curious by all things Russian. I could never understand why the Americans have this consuming passion to vilify them. They are human too. They love their children too...I am certain of it.
Back to the tournament though...it is so easy to get side tracked. The world is not all about tennis. Tennis is not just about tennis. It is a world wide phenomena. It always has been. As boring as that tournament was in person there was so much to take away. I saw this old timer bopping around the grounds with a wooden racquet swinging his backhand at make believe balls. I stopped him and engaged him in talk. He was somebody. An interesting character.
Roger Federer in the house as the eighth seed, slated to meet Berrettini. in the quarters. Or is it the round of sixteen? Fed is going to have his hands full from the get go. At least he will be the best dressed champion on the court. A lot of these guys look like they are going to the gym. Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic in the side half of the draw for the first time that I can remember. The top half appears to be top heavy.
Ho hum...all foreplay. All of the time. Particularly at the French where everything seems to be in a time warp. Slower and slower. Keep your eyes open. Have another cup of Java. Here's the draw. Make of it what you will. What do you think? Don't be shy now. ZZZzzzzzz.......
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