Men’s title: Juan Monaco. He’s just won a title. On clay. I think that seals viagra online cheap the business. And look at his damn beautiful smile. You can almost see the Coupe des Mousquetaires in his strong, but tender, hands. If Pico surprisingly doesn’t win, I’ll go for the upset: Novak Djokovic. Rafa‘s mental block versus Novak never goes away and I can’t see a semifinal in Paris going the Spaniard‘s way. Even if Novak is indeed missing a foot.
I think the greatest question here is: if Federer pulls a Federer site and loses to a Nishikori, what random player will we have playing the final? Tomas Berdych and Jo-Wilfried Tsonga are both on his side of the draw. Make your bets.
Women’s title: Pack your things, we all might head to South West London already. Serena‘s got this faster than you can say “I’ll have a double whopper with http://cnfmsdc.org/cialis/ fries” in French.
P.S. I know you didn’t ask, but I had a stellar time during that manip.
Everyone talks about how Roger Federer and Maria Sharapova cialis online are linked with multiple sponsors, how important Na Li’s home market is for brands and what a great marketing personality Novak Djokovic has. But you know what is hardly mentioned? Rafael Nadal‘s ridiculous advertisements.
Let’s even ignore the fact he wears a half a million dollar watch (like, one watch costs what canada cialis online I’ll make in a lifetime). Let’s also ignore the fact that Rafa – the guy who always picks on his underwear before a point – models for, yes, an underwear brand.
Yesterday, we http://connecticutspecialeducationlawyer.com/buy-viagra-legally got an ad of Rafa eating biscuits. And with the amazing tagline: number one eating!
There’s also anti-drandruff shampoo for L’Oreal.
Before he could afford fancy watches, he had to work as a bartender on the beach.
The balearic islands! This is the most Rafa-esque of all Rafa commercials. It includes him sailing looking like Antonio Banderas.
The great PokerStars commercial saga. Shame he can’t play poker? (This one is funny though.)
And because you deserve it, Armani Underwear:
The http://amkeniwakenya.org/online/ season barely started and I’ve already turned into a caffeine-fueled zombie. All because I wanted to watch a second round clash between Victoria Azarenka and Sabine Lisicki. I don’t know how Australians do this generic viagra best nine months per year.
This week I’ve read http://mnbiofuels.org/cialis-online-drugstore Rafa – the Rafael Nadal biography written by himself and British journalist John Carlin. Anyone that knows me or accompanies this blog is aware that I’m a huge Rafa fan. I’ve followed him since 2004 and cheered him on since he won Costa do Sauípe here in Brazil. Obviously I’m an easier to please reader than most. And, honestly, I can say I didn’t enjoy the book all that much. So since I am a very nice blogger, I’m going to tell you all the important bits and why you should/shouldn’t read Rafa.
I have a few tips for people that want to camp at Wimbledon. One of them: make sure your tent is big enough. And bring an extra bra, in case it rains and yours gets Buy cialis drugs soaked. Also, if you’re going to take a hat, don’t forget to take a hat case – like a box so you can put your hat in. This might seem like a silly suggestion, like, who am I, Scarlett O’Hara? Kate Middleton? Olly Murs? But today, I managed to get a screencap http://stillbirthalliance.org/buy-viagra-today of me on my last day at Wimbledon. And here’s what my hat looked like:
(you can click to make it bigger, I think)
You can also see ATomic on the picture (can you???). And some girl pondering really hard about the tennis. And me, in a hat. Needless to say I didn’t bring the hat home.
I hope you have enjoyed this post.