The Australian Open, I love. It is a fun time. All of the tennis slams are. I just love, love, love tennis. I love to watch it and also I like to play as a secondary vantage point on the sport. I love it when Roddick (Who I mercilessly dislike to say it nicely), AND Soderling go down before the quarter-finals. I love it when my tennis hero in the form of a certain Novak Djokovic from serbia sails through to the quarters and gets set up with a sweet 3 vs. 6 match against Tomas Berdych. Which he will win. Yes. Victory for Nole. If by some strange happening my tennis hero in the form of Novak Djokovic doesn't win his second australian open title, I would like to see mr rafael nadal take the cup in order to put him one slam closer to Roger Federer's record which he will, in fact, blow out of the water assuming that his knees stay healthy. I am sad that one of my fave womens player Ana Ivanovic (Who is best friends with a certain tennis hero in the form of Novak Djokovic of mine), lost in the first round, but atleast Caroline Wozniacki is inching towards her first and much past due first slam. In, closing, I am afraid of Marco Baghdatis. Nightmares, almost as bad as my childhood dreams of the pep boys. I would not trust the pep boys with my auto parts, much less, any body parts. Oh, yeah, this post is about tennis. Well, too bad, it's over now.
For Cameron, Alex, and Joni-tail.
-Evan, Go Nole!
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