and, yes, it's a drunken one.
I've been drinking gin and tonics for several hours now. Frankly, I'm starting to list to the right a bit. But, I can still focus and my fingers are just flying across the key board - flying I tell you.
You know why I stopped putting out bird seed? Because it was just luring the little darlings to their deaths. (many many cats in this locale) That's kinda what the men's finals of the Australian Open are gonna be like - just luring some poor innocent to his quick demise. Could Federer be any more perfect? Is it actually possible for any human to perform any better on the court? I think not. When I tune in, it won't be because I'm curious about who wins, it will be because it's just impossible to turn away from a comet.
That said, I wish Maria had been more competitive. I guess I should be glad I didn't buy tickets to see that match - it would have been disappointing. Similarly, I'd love to see Blake excel. He just has an interesting story, and some charm. I'm a sucker for charm and a racket.
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