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The Monday After Wrap

It is still hard, after all these years, to come to terms with the fact that tennis goes on the week after, or even the day after a grand slam. But tennis doesn’t stop for one victor or one tournament, and here we are, the-Monday-after-the-Monday-after Wimbledon, with 4 brand new trophy shots to savour.

But oh how I lie! We didn’t quite get the 4 ‘brand new’ winners I alleged this Sunday, as Serena Williams saved a set point to take out lucky loser Coco Vandewhuuuut 7-5, 6-3 for her second straight Stanford title. It’s Serena’s 43rd title, which ties her with Venus for the most among active players, and she did it just 8 days after winning Wimbledon, while playing her B game, jetlagged and binging on Desperate Housewives til 6 am in the morning.

So we have that last point in common at least. Though I might have to work on the whole B-game-and-winning-at-life thing. Read More…

Indian Wells Wrap: Got Flu? No Problem. (by PJ)

LJ’s last words on her Dubai wrap: “…I don’t really care how Fed does really…Rotterdam/Dubai have been so much fun, I’d think we’d be a bit spoilt if big things happen in the 1st US swing, but hey…tennis is weird that way.”

I like to say that I echoed her sentiments except that a (not at all) secret part of me that wants Federer to win every single tournament under the sun…and guess what?

The Old Man decided to spoil us, by winning the freaking tournament. And yes, tennis is weird and wonderful that way.

To say he didn’t begin the tournament well is an understatement. The tournament had been dubbed Indian Unwells for a virus that managed to drift around and attack everyone in attendance (official name: Coachella Valley-wide virus. Unofficial name: IW virus). 6 players, including Monfils, withdrew even before the tournament began. And throughout the week, players continued to be waylaid – Schiavone, Seppi, Kohlscrubber…to name a few.

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Davis Cup: Switzerland vs USA Wrap (by LJ)

Okay, so I’m a little less pissed and more coherent than I was on Sunday morning, but I’m still perplexed…like most of you… with the Tennistical Fuckery that was the Swiss Davis Cup campaign over the weeked.

So the last time we left the Swiss Davis cup team, they were doing this…

We were all celebrating the fact that Stan the Man finally grew some Davis Cup cajones and we were all looking forward to a possible run by the Swiss at the big prize this year. On paper it looked like a given, the US on slow clay AT home, in Swissyland…perfect right? Uh…not so much.

Of course most of us dismissed the actual stats. Mardy Fish ranked 8, John Isner, 17. Mike Bryan, one half of the world’s number 1 doubles team. But don’t worry…the yanks are shit on slow clay…so we thought. Nevermind that John Isner was the first person ever to take Rafa to 5 sets at Roland Garros…oh no…but that was a total fluke right?

yah…these guys thought so too…

Yeah it was totally cute. The Swiss boys bonding, having shitlloads of fun…

And you know what? maybe a little too much fun. When Fed came out in the pre-tie presser saying win or lose he’s happy just to be with the boys something went uh-oh in my head. It almost seemed like the Swiss were a little laissez faire going into the weekend.

So in the making of the perfect example of why Davis Cup is about team depth and Captaincy, the US team came in well  prepared, and hungry…hungry to WIN. Although his suit wasn’t to the levels of Swiss snappiness, Captain Jim Courier was all levels of business. He had ONE job to do this weekend…and it was to win.

In the first rubber, Wawrinka and Fish dueled in a 5 set fest of sloppy tennis and chokeage. Up 2 sets to 1, Wawrinka collapsed in the 4th, giving Fish all the momentum in the 5th. Wawrinka played mostly reactive tennis, reacting to Fish’s kick serve and reacting to the pummeling of his backhand. When he broke back late in the 5th, he did so with 3 crosscourt FH winners…a shot that he basically shied away from the entire match…and thus we had this…

Fish gutted out the win. And so I thought, SHIT, this is going to be ONE Looooong weekend. So then Fed was up next…against this beast…

Yeah, if i came across this dude in a dark alley, you better be believin’ I’d be running for my life. After winning a tight but manageable 1st set where Isner was broken early, Fed get’s broken in the 2nd set after Isner hits 3 screaming winners off Fed’s wide serves. And soon the issues with the court were getting obvious.

At 2000m above sea level, the court in Fribourg was making the ball bounce high but the clay itself wasn’t slow enough. It gave ample trouble to both the 1-handed backhands of Wawrinka and Federer, but it gave just enough time for the likes of Isner to pound his groundstrokes.

I decided to sleep after the 2nd set (at this point I’d been up for 21 hours) and woke up to a 4 set loss. A result I entirely expected. It had the hallmarks of the Soderling match at FO2010, Federer was given no riddum to work with and Isner was teeing off on his serves and groundstrokes.

Also Fed was pissed at the bad bounces on the court. I thought the court at Royal Sydney was bad but obviously the guys at Fribourg took a page out of the same book. And when Fed is frustrated…the results usually aren’t good. Frankly I should start betting on tennis since I’m doing quite a good job of predicting final results after the 2nd set.

So fuck…yeah, the Swiss go into the doubles 0-2 down. Now after watching Federinka at Royal Sydney last year, I was not impressed. People harp on about how they won the Oympics yadda yadda yadda…Folks…that was FOUR FUCKING YEARS AGO….and it was best of 3 (bar the final)

Again like at Royal Sydney, Federinka comes out guns blasting and win the 1st set. But soon in the 2nd, the wheels start falling off. The silly errors start and they stop communicating. Against a Bryan and a prettty good dubs player himself, Fish, you just can’t afford to be that shite.

I’m not going to go as far to say the Olympics gold was a little flukey, but as a pair, these guys are just not best of 5 quality. And possibly because they’re usually gassed after their singles rubbers on day 1. But at times both had some mind blowingly FACEPALM-worthy errors in the match.

So anyway, USA go on to sweep the tie 5-0 (Lammer and Chiudi fought bravely but alas)…here’s some manlove…

Kudos to Courier for coming in with the perfect gameplan (To not let Roger Federer play tennis supposedly) and kudos to his team, especially Isner for executing the plan perfectly. I don’t like playing blame games but a few big things let the Swiss down in this tie:

  1. The court and location shot the Swiss in the foot
  2. Lack of focus, authority and gameplan exerted by Severin Luthi
  3. Lack of focus and cajones from Wawrinka.
  4. Lack of fight and refocus from a one Roger Federer, after tight 3rd set losses, happened in Australia and happens here again against Isner.

I never thought this tie would have been a easy gimme for the Swiss like some media outlets said. But had Wawrinka won the first rubber, Isner would not have had as much freedom to swing as freely as he did. And we could have woken up today to a 3-2 win by the Swiss. But this is how close tennis gets…a few games here and there late in the 5th set decides everything.

So yeah, I was pissed…and angry…albeit mostly for selfish reasons really. I stayed up almost 21 hours to see both 1st day singles rubbers, I paid 10 bucks for the ITF stream for the weekend and FUCK…I expected more from the Swiss team…

…but hey, we all have our bad days right?

So Dear Suissies, let’s kiss and make up…

…but promise to try harder next time alright?


P.S. How ahmazing are Swiss Tennis crowds? I will forever cherish the sound of a GIANT cowbell…

The History-making Man (by PJ)

I expected some sort of drama in Paris yesterday, maybe even drama on Court Philppe Chatrier  – but it was really a zillion kinds of unexpected and shocking that the drama came in form of John Isner and Rafa Nadal.

On paper, a Rafa victory looks to be a given. I mean, it was Isner, whose tennis had been as inspiring and interesting as a potato growing mould in recent times. He is an American, whose game on clay is probably marginally better than mine (I kid). In fact, tell any tennis fan that John Isner is going to take a set off Clay Monster and you’ll probably be met with this response: MUAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHA YOU CRAAAAAY. Tell any tennis fan that John Isner could possibly beat Rafa Nadal and you’ll probably have them calling the quacks in white jackets for you.

But yesterday, the impossible nearly happened. At some point, it was on the cusp, on the brink, and John Isner was so so close, but at the same time oh so far away from creating one of the biggest upsets in history.

The first set signified nothing was out of ordinary in the World Order of Rafa – sure he only broke Isner once, but Isner’s serve wasn’t exactly easy to penetrate. When Rafa secured an early break in the second set, I was all – yeap, this is going to be routine for him.

Until John broke back. Okay, cool beans, nice going Johnny, but hey, you’re only delaying the inevitable. Even when it went into a tie-break, I was confident that Rafa was still going to take the set. I mean, it’s RAFA. Right?

Nope. A moment of tension from Rafa – a loose forehand, and Isner had the upper-hand. And somehow, he sensed the universe shifting, parting its way, shining its light – Johnny, this is your time – and he didn’t crack under pressure like I expected. He hung on, served spectacularly, and in a blink of an eye, before I even had time to react with HUH WHUT, Big John had set 2 under his belt.

Rafa has only ever played on opening round tie-break in Paris – and that was back in his debut in 2005. He has never lost a set first round. John has a slice of history tucked under his cap. But that was not enough for him. He wanted more.

A tight third set saw no breaks of serve, and again, it went into a tie-break. At this point, I was starting to think that maybe John could possibly take this set. And John thought the same, and obviously Rafa thought the same. In a very un-Rafa like manner, his forehand deserted him at the time it mattered most. At the time it mattered most, his mental fortitude seemed to have slip just a notch. And that was all John needed – capitalising on two errors from Rafa, he took the set, giving Rafa only two points in the tiebreak.

Rafa Nadal, Clay Monster and defending champion, was down two sets to one in the first round. And the tennis world exploded into a world of mayhem and disbelief…could Rafa Nadal actually lose this? Isner was playing the tennis of his LIFE. He was outserving Rafa, his volleys and drop-shots clicking and working, and it was phenomenal play from him. I haven’t seen him this pumped and determined and this WANTING since 2009.

But of course, I’d be an idiot to ever discount Rafa Nadal on anything, much less on his favourite surface and his turf. John wanted this, but so did Rafa – and then we see the matador, never-say-die spirit creeping back into his game. In my opinion, Isner’s best bet would really be to hang with Rafa and take it to another tie-break. But Rafa would have none of that. Taking advantage of a tiring Isner, Rafa started upping his play and firing blistering winners. An ill-timed double-fault brought up break points for Rafa that he had no intention of wasting, breaking John in his opening service game, and breaking him again to take the set.

And so Rafa was to play his first 5-setter in Roland Garros, and win his first 5-setter if he was to survive. He secured an early break, but Isner wasn’t going to let him have it easy. Saving one match point on his serve, he made Rafa serve out the match – even chasing him neck-to-neck in points – 15-15, 30-30, 40-30…and then more than four hours after Rafa Nadal took Philippe Chatrier for what everyone thought was a easy routine match – he finally closed out the match, and sank onto his knees in relief and joy.

And 2AM in Melbourne, I was huddled in my blanket with a lot of mixed feelings. I rarely get overly emotional about matches that don’t involve Roger Federer. But this match was a reminiscent of the Hewitt/Nalbandian match at AO this year – where both guys just showed so much heart, so much grit, and just baring their soul out there on the court, every emotion, every feeling, every bit of desire incorporated in their forehands, backhands and volleys, in every chase and scramble for the ball. It was an occasion when I just want both of them to win, and when I am reminded that sport can be so cruel sometimes.

Rafa admitted that the pressure got into his head when he was down two sets to one – and I think that was quite a rare occurrence for him , just because he is such mental giant.

I’m close to be out…that’s the thing…no idea (about) a way to have it back, I had 15-40 at 6-5 at the second…but he was serving fantastic, two big serves…tough moment for me…didn’t play well in the tie-breaks, that was my opinion.

He did try to downplay the fact he was taken to five-sets:

For the rest of the match…I think I was 6-4, 4-2, (manage) to control everything without playing fantastic, but I never play fantastic first round here so wasn’t nothing unexpected…(to play this) kind of player, have the pressure all the time, I didn’t play free during that match after the second set – it was tough.

I didn’t think Rafa would lose if he won the 4th set, and he evidently thought the same, citing the turning point in the match was when he broke in the 4th.

Turning point was the first break of the fourth – that break was very important for me…(There) was no tiebreak in 5th so I felt a little but more confident. Break of the 5th was fantastic, I played best game of the match for me…

John agreed that the 4th and 5th sets were probably the turning point, and talked about how well Rafa was serving:

The way he played in the 4th and the 4th set, I’ve never seen tennis played like that, ever, that’s why he…(one of) the greatest players ever. Court’s pretty slow so I felt like I have success coming into the net, but on his service games he wasn’t (giving me) the opportunity. I felt like if I am in control of the point, then I do well…(tough) to get on the offense when he was serving.

I believe that Rafa winning is good for tennis – good for the tournament (and good for stopping Satan…) – ultimately that is the result I had hoped for. But seeing the big guy walking off-court, close to tears, after giving it his all – how can one remain unmoved?

First-round losses are hard to take. Never mind that they were to world no.1s and clay monsters, but the fact is Isner was up two sets to one. It was on the line where it could have swing either way. But I do hope that John takes it with him that he stretched one of the best clay players ever. In doing so, he played some of the best tennis of his life. He has to realise that he CAN be playing this kind of tennis day-in, day-out.

He made history again yesterday, even if the outcome was not what he wanted. As hard as it is, I hope he takes this defeat as an inspiration, because he was nothing less than inspiring on Philippe Chatrier yesterday.

Tid-bit style wrap coming next, to avoid a long, rambly tennis essay.

– PJ

P.S. pictures from daylife.com

P.P.S Quotes are transcribed by myself from the interview clips featured on RG website. If you haven’t heard already, RG has caved into the International Tennis Writers’ Association NOT to release press transcripts for the fans/public and let them (writers) provide the “relevant quotes”. Well I refuse to use their “relevant quotes”. If you have a moment and you are not happy with this turn of events, write to ITWA voicing your opinion about their monopolising dictatorship on the players’ words.

Frazzle Post: Shanghai

OOP Preview

  • The final, not before 4:30 local (7:30 Aus). Roger has played solid tennis this week. Dootsie’s Universal Theory of the “Other Shoe Drops” says he’ll have a letdown at some point.
  • Mandy has looked fantastic in his last two matches and has yet to come close to dropping a set. But then again, a Tsonga on the comeback and Bebe Jeezus probably aren’t exactly the best indicators of form.
  • Needless to say, I’m not picking this one. Antijinxing mechanisms firmly in place bitches.


Good news for Aussie fans, after the tournament’s broadcasting deal with the ABC ended this year, the Hopman Cup has signed a new partnership with TEN and ONE HD that will involved a daily session on ONE, and 20 hours of coverage on TEN.

Better news yet – the teams announced for 2011 are:

* USA – Serena Williams and John Isner
* Serbia – Ana Ivanovic and Novak Djokovic
* Belgium – Justine Henin and Steve Darcis
* France – Kristina Mladenovic and Gael Monfils
* Australia – Lleyton Hewitt (partner tbc)

The remaining teams will be announced in October. The event will run from 1-8 January 2010 at Perth’s Burswood Dome.


xx doots

Wimbly Parting Thoughts: Don’t fuck it up.


Hope you all enjoyed Poojay’s guest posts. She’ll the interim caretaker of Picket Fence until I land back in Australia on 22nd July. But one last post before I leave, since I’ve neglected my poor little blog these past few weeks because of exams and – as you may have heard – the ‘leadership spill’ in Australia (clickey for definition).

Within the space of one day, Australia went from being dissatisfied with its mandarin-speaking Prime Minister to dumping him and instating our first ever female-atheist-red-head-welsh-born-unionist-former-socialist-unmarried-childless-hairdresser-dating prime minister. ‘Cause that’s how we roll.

But back to actual tennis, some observations of the week:

1. “The Match”.

70-68 in the fifth set. Broken records. Broken scoreboard. And in the end, someone left with a broken heart.

Was it a high quality match for a tennis purist? Not even close. For long periods of the fifth set, there was an oxymoronic blend of repetitive numbness and intensity at the same time. But when that fifth set score line started hitting the 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s and eventually 70 – the so-called “quality of tennis” becomes irrelevant, because without spirit, will, without competitiveness, without heart, tennis is a series of failed attempts to defy gravity.

Can’t say I wasn’t happy to see Isner come through. Like Roger Federer last year, he benefited from something as trivial and crucial as serving first in the final set. When a contest is this close, ultimately, it comes down to that flip of a coin 3 days ago.

Heads or tails, Mr Nicholas Mahut? Serve or receive, Johnny Isner?

No need to be sad that they’re both out of the tournament. The sweetest prize of all isn’t the money, the trophy, or even their place in history, but finding out the depth of human resilience.

2. From a practice session a few days ago.

At some point during his evolution as a human being, Roger Federer missed the crucial stage where you learn that Santa Claus is not the Toothfairy’s daddy, and blowing on your thumb does not make it stop hurting.

3. Week 1.

Andy Murray is the only player in the top four who hasn’t been taken to five sets yet. It’s still early days, but is there hope and glory around the corner for Betty Windsor Land?

The ATP has gone strangely ‘WTA’ as the WTA morphed itself into a bubbling cauldron of hotness this tournament. Consider the men’s top 4: Federer – struggling to find form post-Aus Open, Mandy – broken by Roger in more ways than one in Melbourne, Nole – hasn’t made a final since Dubai; Rafa? Fabulous clay season, 17 months and counting in terms of winning a title off clay.

I’m not saying that those four don’t collectively have the best shot at winning the tournament, certainly Rafa and Roger go in as the favourites, even despite their early five-setters. But performance-wise, this is the worst stretch we’ve seen at the top of the men’s game.

Contrast that to the WTA. I watched Serena’s opening round match against the Banshee. There was authority, conviction, ruthless execution in every shot, every serve. It was awe-inspiring to behold. Consider Maria Sharapova, form-wise 80% there, her game wavering between A+ and non-performance. Clijsters has looked dangerously close to hitting her “Kimpossible” zone in the few grass court matches I’ve seen from her lately. Henin served up a dream against Nadia Petrova in her straight-sets win yesterday.

It’s 2005 reloaded, with a host of brand new minions trailing slightly behind. I may have to switch my tennis tour allegiances.

But alas, someone on the ATP World Tour has his hand on my heart-strings. He does.

I’ll pop in with a Wimbledon report, but the rest is up to Poojay. No revolts while I’m gone yo!

Take care.

xx doots

Wimbly Day 4 (by PJ): It’s all about Court 18

We KNOW that Wimbledon Day 4 was all about this.

Court 18 FTW

This is probably a sight that will never be seen again, at least not for the next 150,000 years or so, I think. The Match That Would Never End finally ended with a scoreline of 70-68 in the 5th set, to John Isner. A match spanning over THREE days, twice suspended because of light, spanning 11 hours and 5 minutes and 183 games. The final set alone broke the record for the longest professional tennis match ever played, clocking at 8 hours and 11 minutes.

Times like these, I wish that a draw could be call in tennis. After a match like that, how can anyone be a loser? But the cruel fact is, there must be a ‘loser’ and that guy is Nicolas Mahut. After toughing it out for over 11 hours, refusing to give up when facing break points, he finally cracked at the very last break point – out of desperation? Fatigue? Pressure? It’s anyone’s guess.

It was really difficult to watch/read Mahut’s press conference. How can you not feel absolutely gutted for this guy? Similarly, if Isner had lost, most would have felt the same. In fact, I felt that they should just both go on court and play against De Bakker. Between them, on the next day, what stamina and energy that was left would probably still be less than De Bakker’s.

(Isner would then go on to lose in straight sets, serving 0 aces after serving 112 in the match, and committing a barrage of errors, no doubt due to fatigue.)

Of course, there is talk about this match being the greatest match ever. In terms of quality or breathtaking tennis or sublime shots, I respectfully disagree. The last set, at some point, was just each guy desperately holding onto their serve. Neither took chances to break, neither really risked it all to break each other and end the never-ending match. It was ace after ace, and three-to-five point rallies at most, balls finding the net often. So no, it wasn’t spectacular tennis. But in terms of sheer titanium uranium plutonium strength nerves, this is right up there. THAT kind of mental determination shown by both guys in the final set is scary, standing-ovation-worthy, history-making-worthy.

Mahut will probably not get over this for the next decade maybe, but hopefully, one day he will look back and appreciate the fact that he was, and always will be, part of history. Isner may have lost the next round in the tamest, shortest fashion, but he walked away as the victor of this epic match, and that was really something majorly significant.

At the end of the day, these two guys share a piece of sporting/tennis history, a place among the greatest stories of sports. For the years to come, as we talk about the records of Wimbledon, as we talk of Borg, Sampras, Federer  and so on, we will all talk about and remember the year 2010 at Wimbledon where two men who slugged it out and just plain refused to give up: John Isner and Nicolas Mahut.

I say the whole of ATP (and WTA as well, what the heck) go with Roger’s suggestion and throw these two a big ‘ole party when Wimbledon is over.

The other story of Day 4 was that Rafa Nadal got taken to 5 sets, by little-known Robin Haase, ranked 151 in the world. Haase had one break point in the first set, and converted that. Rafa set out to make things right again by taking the second set, but some cracking forehands by Haase paid off in the third set, and suddenly, Rafa was two sets to one down, and would have to play five sets to win. And won he did – with a bagel in the fourth set. I didn’t finish watching the match (fell asleep in midst of Haase’s trip to the bakery) so I have no idea how the fifth set went. But it’s probably sufficed to say that Rafa had that little something in the end, and he pulled through. Still, props to Haase for putting up a fight, as gallant as he could give.

We’ve all heard of the Batman Complex, but Rafa may be the first to suffer the Robin Complex.

The other “big news”, and I put that in inverted commas because I sort of couldn’t care less, was the visit of Her Majesty Queenie Lizzie. The only reason I cared a lot was because I get to see Feddy in a suit, and a green/purple striped tie. Heh. So, Queenie dropped by, and had lunch with a bunch of players, caught Mandy’s demolishment of poor Jarkko Nieminen, and went off with a royal wave.  And Feddy was interviewed after that, looking dapper in his suit with perfect hair.

Rafa missed her because of his meticulous pre-match routine, and seeing how he was stretched to five sets yesterday, I’d wager he was setting up a praying altar to his water-bottles, thanking them that he didn’t break his routine.

Other notable players that made it through: Bobby Sod avenged his Australian Open defeat to Granola Bar, beating him in straights. Jo-Willy and NKOTB Dolgopolov tried to pull off an Isner-Mahut, but fell just a little bit short, ending fifth set at 10-8 in Jo’s favour.

Now, I don’t follow women’s tennis as closely as Dootsiez, and I don’t really have much to say on the ladies, except the big names are still in – Serena and Vee cruising, Jankovic and Wozniacki still hanging around, as with Shrieky Sharaporva. I’ll probably talk more about WTA once we get to the later rounds, because that will be when I maybe sort of know all of them.

And while I sign this off, Feddykins has just won his third-round match against Arnaud Clément. Comfortably. More on that tomorrow.

G’night all,

Weekend Winners: Bad karma sutra.

A little snippet of the Melbourne music scene before we get onto the tennis, worth it just for the guy at the start.



1. Dear Tennis Gods, it would be great if you … you know … stopped kicking my ass. Weekend results – in the order of misery:

Madrid: Aravene Rezai def Justine Henin: 46 75 60.

Madrid: Lucie Safarova def Maria Sharapova 64 63.

Whatshisface def. GOAT 62 76(5).

Darth Federer def Dootsie 60 60.

I wonder how Maria Sharapova feels these days – back in 08, she was playing the best tennis of her career before her body came crashing down on her. She came back, slowly but surely, climbing her way into the top 20 with a rustier, more uncertain brand of tennis, before her body crashed again.

But Sharapova wouldn’t be Sharapova if she didn’t have that never-ending relentlessness to her. It’s no surprise that she lost first match in Madrid – coming back from injury, rusty, hasn’t played or won much this year, she had the misfortune of drawing the baby-faced giant-killer that is Lucie Safarova. No frazzling needed – her comeback from injury begins in earnest in Strasbourg.

As for Justine, she was reportedly ill after Stuttgart, looks like she ran out of gas in the third set. I say “looks like”, since no network had the decency to cover an OOP featuring Venus, Henin and Sharapova.



2. To top it off, Jizzy let match point slip at 63 53 before losing to Querrey 36 76(4) 64. WHAT. EVER. No one wants an erectile dysfunctional trophy anyway.

Mentioning erectile dysfunction …

(Lordy, Nole looks pre-pubescent.)



3. Since his very public act of self-mutilation two years ago, Mikhail Youzhny has tumbled down the rankings before sneaking his way slowly back up. Who knew? Dude’s closing in on Top 10 again.

Over in Munich, Mish outlasted Red Hot Cilic Peppers 6-3, 4-6, 6-4, making it third time lucky for the finalist of 2007 and 2009.

Marin. Scruffy. Dimples. Alas …

4. Over in Estoril, Whatshisface successfully defended his title. *grumbles*

What happens in Estoril stays in Estoril, ya hear me?

xx doots

Miami: The Frazzle Post

Congratulations to Kim Clijsters and Andy Roddick. Miami Champs for 2010.