Problem with writing post-dated blog entries is that you never know what might happen between the time you finish writing and the time it publishes. For instance, if I’d written something horrible and slanderous about George Carlin on Friday night and set it to post on Monday, I’d look like more of an ass than usual right about now.
Thing is, though, that I’ll be taking The Boy to the airport tomorrow for his annual trip to Biological Fatherland, meaning my only options are to either write something now (Monday afternoon) and set it to post tomorrow, or just skip it altogether. And since I feel guilty enough about having to miss a biking day only two attempts into my new bike-to-work thing (can’t carry Boy and his bags on the handlebars…), Our Hero has gone with Option A.
So let me first apologize in advance to Rafa, Roger, and ESPN. Just in case anything horrible happens to any of the three in the next few hours and I end up looking like a callous jacktard as a result.
So…
I’m a sports guy. Love watching and, when I have the time, participating. Pretty much goes for all sports but NASCAR (which we all know isn’t really a sport, but rather a wasted couple hours of rednecks driving in circles for the amusement of other inbred folk).
Anyway. Some of us sports fans are in the middle of a letdown. The NBA Finals just finished with the beautiful whoopin’ of the Lakers (who wouldn’t have been in close to the Finals but for a trade that shouldn’t have happened and a clear NBA bias…), Major League Baseball is irrelevant until the pennant races heat up, and NFL teams don’t start reporting to training camps for another month or so. Thankfully, though, there’s still tennis.
Seriously.
I really enjoy watching tennis, and this time of year is prime tennis watchin’ season. The French Open just wrapped up a couple weeks ago, that one event hosted by the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club (a name as white as the uniforms the club requires) kicked off yesterday, and, in late August, we’ll finish the last of the Grand Slam events with the US Open in Flushing Meadows. Good times for sports fans and the people who cover them.
Which makes this that much more peculiar.
Couple days ago, the Mrs. was looking up Wimbledon happenings over at the website for the Worldwide Leader in Sports when she found this:
Ok, looks pretty normal. But take a closer look at the survey on the right:
Huh? Federer won the French Open? Well, now, that’s great news for him! Guess that means he finally finished that career Grand Slam and gets to shake that best-player-to-never-win-in-Roland-Garros moniker, eh?
Now, I watched some of that final match and remember a slightly different result. One that involved a certain Spaniard my wife finds particularly hunky winning his fourth consecutive French Open…
