And So I Found Myself Watching Tennis...
filed on Sunday, July 04, 2004 at 11:33:29 PM CST

Saturday morning wasn't so fun.  I woke up sick.  Very sick.  Vomit category sick.  Which always makes me do the "lay on the couch and pray to God that I don't have to pray to the Porcelain Goddess anymore" routine.  You know, try to settle the stomach.  Drink water so that there's something there in case you do have to run to the bathroom.  Yada, yada, yada, et cetera.  Now that I've grossed you out with that portion of the tale, the reason for this log is because while lying there, I found myself captivated by tennis.  Wimbledon, to be precise.

Okay, I admit it... it was hard not to watch, what with Mario Ancic and Andy Roddick playing.  I mean, really, how can you turn away from two hotties like that?  Okay, okay... I guess the hetero guys reading the site can probably turn away with disinterest.  Still, anyone interested in tennis would have enjoyed a great match, regardless of attractions.  In fact, I'm not interested in tennis, and I found myself doing the typical sports-fan ceremonial act of yelling at the television in some vain hope that the players could somehow hear me, and, being the sudden tennis expert that I was, decide that I was obviously right about their next course of action.

Of course, if they could hear me, they'd probably say nice things like, "Oh, I'm supposed to hit the ball.  Thanks for that great advice, Jim!" or maybe, "Ya think?"

Still, watching Mario Ancic give Andy Roddick a run for his proverbial money was awesome.  I'm not usually into sports like this (or televised sports in general for that matter), but this match just had something to it.  You could see Ancic wasn't going to go down without a fight, and watching Roddick get more and more angry as time went on was almost amusing (though, when he finally calmed himself, it was the end for Ancic, because by then, Ancic was frustrated).  It was a long battle, but Roddick, much to my disappointment, managed to win; he lost to Roger Federer in the end though.

I suppose, since I'm from America, that I should have been rooting for Roddick, but really, I would have much rather seen Ancic win.  There was just something about the way he threw himself into the game that just made me root for him.

At any rate, it was a most enjoyable game, and I'd watch these two play again any time — and not just because they're cute.