Wimbledon Day 1: No. I don’t understand either.
You know all is right with this world when your heart pounds in trepidation just thinking about what assault on my cornea Venus Williams might wear a grand slam. Needless to say, she didn’t disappoint – with a jumpsuit inspired by “Grecian influences” and my Nana’s best doona cover.
All the single ladies …
In truth, it was okay while she was stationary.
AND THEN SHE STARTED MOVING.
But reservations over the jumpsuit aside, Venus Williams can wear whatever the fuck she wants as long as she continues to play in this kind of hot tabasco form – easily dispatching Amanmuradova, 63 61. The stats tell a frightening tale – 23 winners, 5 unforced errors, 7 aces, and 1 double fault.
Rock on, Ebony Starr!
In other matches, Murray’s march towards (still!) his first major got off to a stumbling start, when he lost the first set to a rather gun-ho Gimeno Traver, but eventually prevailing 46 63 60 60 under the closed roof.
Recalling Murray’s epic five setter against Ewok under the very same roof 2 years ago, is Murray’s kryptonite … indoor grass?
Franny Schiavone improved upon her 2010 exit yesterday with a bit of a struggle, eventually defeating Dokic 6-4, 1-6, 6-3.
Both players held with relative ease to start off the match, until Franny broke to go up 5-4, and close out the set 6-4. Dokic came out strong in the second set, clobbering her way to a delish baguette 6-1, before a rain delay interrupted her momentum at 1-all in the third. But there’s no denying who plays better on the big stage – Dokic was broken decisively to go down 3-5, and Schiavone struggled to close out the match – barely – 64 16 63.
Despite the tough loss, Dokic sounded optimistic post match that she’ll be seeded by next year’s Australian Open:
My next goal would be (reaching the) top 30 (in the world), being (ranked) 45 now.
I will try to get that, work hard for that until the end of the year. I would like to be seeded at the Australian Open to avoid first rounds like this.
Maybe if I played her in the third round or something, then, you know, you have even more matches (and it) would have been different. I’m in a position where I can kind of think about that now.
While it was all happenin’ down at SW19, Sir Wogie McFudderer found himself a nice, monogrammed sweater-vest – yer know, just in case we didn’t know he was a daddy. (And what is it with reproducing men and sweater vests anyway?) Not to mention the trademark Federdorky caption: “Rain, Rain go away it almost time to start to play!”
Uh-oh. Someone’s been talking too much kiddie talk with the twin mangos.
I was SLAYED bitches. SLAYED by Mister Sweatervest.