tennis, life and a few things in between

You go SAM .. Sam Querrey. The stadium is rocking and he is doing fine. Won the second set 7:5, and just broke Nadal back at 4:4 and just held serve, leading 5:4 the third set.

The American sport commentators are fair and most of them are worldly. I just couldn’t forget one tourney that held in Europe one year. Pete Sampras was playing someone, a human obviously. He had won US Open and with few injuries he didn’t conquer the tennis world as I thought he would. But, Pete was Pete, he was a great player and was dominating that match. I was in Frankfurt and watched it in frustration: the European male commentator would be silent if the American made a marvelous shot and talked his head off when Pete’s opponent won, a, point. The victory was landslide.

People, let’s cheer for Sam.  You dude, make my dream come true so that at least a pair all American quater final.

Nadal wears a flaming red Capri and still does his G-string thing.

Mardy Fish of USA is playing Gael Monfils of France.  I like Monfils: loose, casual and acrobatic, can probably scale the Mount Marcy or Algonquin Peak Summit like a monkey.  Fish serves and volleys .. so I’m for the American while Pumpkin is for the Acrobat.  Mardy is leading two sets to love.

French male tennis players have been the odd lot type, flamboyant but never last long to make an impact. Flash in the pants, did I get this idiom right? Noah, then Guy Forget (who’s rather gentlemanly looking, classic is quite fitting here), Cedric Pioline who played Pete Sampras in the 1993 US Open final when he said (he finished his semi prior to Pete’s) “I want Sampras” but predicable he lost to Pete 6:4, 6:4 and 6:3; Jo-Wilfred Tsonga and now Gael Monfils .. they are all bride maids.

Did anyone get the Geico commercial where the caveman was on the beach with a blond?