Federporn Friday: Wag that FINGER bitchezz.
Just to keep you on your toes. 😉
You guyzzz! ‘Pologies with the lack of bloggage of late. Student life takes its usual toll around Roland Garros time. Many, MANY, squishy Wogie-shaped thank yous to Poojay, you kept Picket Fence well maintained during the dirty slam.
But now, I am DONE with exams. DONE with clay. DONE with this temperamental Aussie winter and I am BACK bitches – back with a little bonus Federporn Friday.
Just give me a second while I catch your jaw before it clatters onto the ground.
Federbitches … you know what I’m sick of, these days?
I am sick of the negativity over a loss on clay. To Nadal. Who, not only matches up well against Roger, is 5 years younger, but also has an inherent surface advantage at Roland Garros.
I am sick of the constant, incessant scrutiny over every bit of Federer’s body language, his words, his deeds, when the man has done NOTHING but give the sport the most excellent name in the course of his career.
I am sick of the media double standards. I’m sick of the GOAT debate.
… I’m sick of expecting disappointment. I’m sick of being critical.
So here’s the deal for Wimbledon: It’s on grass. Our surface of choice. Federer has the kind of draw that he can DO things with. He came out of Roland Garros in good form, with 2 weeks of rest.
All of these point to one, irrefutably awesome conclusion: It is time to get our swagger back.
THAT IS ALL.
P.S. A closer look at the Wimbledon draw tomorrow. IT’S FRIDAY FRIDAY GOTTA GET DOWN ON WOGER ON FRIDAY!