And “news”:

• Andy Roddick‘s wife Brookly Decker in a suit for Elle Magazine. Oh, oh-kay.
• Rafa Nadal om nom nom. I have a feeling he’ll be stripping more to tone down the ridiculousness of his outfit.
• Doesn’t Aga Radwanska clean up nicely? Gracing the cover of magazines and rocking some great hair.
• Ana‘s blogging from Melbourne.
• The Guardian‘s “Australian Open Day 1 in Pictures“.

28-year-old? Amazing how fast time goes by when you’re having fun.

Roddick, three days after losing to polish Lucasz Kubot, 2-6 4-6 in the first round of Beijing.

I’m not American and I’m not used to cheering for Americans in sports. But today? Bloody good day for American tennis.

It all started with the second match of the day on Ashe. 17-year-old Melanie Oudin defeated another seeded player in a row and ousted Maria Sharapova in a thriller three-setter 3-6 6-4 7-5. Sure it was full of unforced errors and double faults, Oudin herself played in a worse level than she did in her match against Elena. However, the crowd was completely into it. As a spectator from the other side of the continent, I can say I was screaming at the TV and tweeting in all caps (see how srs it was?). I think people forget what sport really is about. It’s not about clean stats and perfect percentages. It’s about getting fans excited, anxious, sentimental. It was a match full of drama that gave the local crowd the pleasure of seeing their homegirl leave the court teary-eyed after being victorious. It’s about the emotion, folks.

The last day match (when it finished, it wasn’t so much as day), certainly had the emotional fact down.

6″9′ John Isner defeated the biggest American hope, Andy Roddick, at his own game. It took him 38 aces, almost four hours, and a fifth-set tiebreak to beat the national poster child. And he did. This match was the epitome of  American hardcourt tennis. Two Americans, in the Central Court of Flushing Meadows, acing each other to death. And, as a bonus, with the underdog taking the win. Great stuff for the crowd, locals and American TV stations, I guess.

P.S. We’ll close our eyes and pretend Dina-Kvitova never happened. It’s easier on my heart.

My favourite one of the three is pretty French boy Chardy‘s. Not only because he is pretty and I love yellow but because I think just a tiny bit colour on a black-and-white design always looks good. And the black collar? V. sexy and elegant. Andy‘s shirts are not so bad either. I love the black one — looks very good with the green and white details. But the white shirt reminds me too much of this polo Chardy wore a few years ago in Roland Garros. So I’m sort of “meh” about that one. Couldn’t Lacoste have it done in a different colour? A very soft yellow maybe? It would look cool. Better than boring white.

Now, onto the very original stuff. Brazilian designers Fernando and Humberto Campana have designed a line for Lacoste called “CAMPANAS+LACOSTE”. They’ve come up with both amazing and scary stuff. Odd combination, I know.

I love the first one. I love when Lacoste changes their logo. Like when they did that special anniversay edition where the alligator was silver. So pretty. But the second one? I could never ever wear that. I would constantly feel like I’d have bugs or mini-alligators crawling on me. Do not want.

You can see the rest of the collection here.

Thoughts all the men’s final: YAWN. I don’t care if it was 789845-789843 on the fifth set. It felt like I was watching two pros practice their serves. Congratulations, Federer, on being the greatest ever yadda yadda yadda. Next.

Q. How would you describe what you did today?

ANDY RODDICK: I lost.

No shit, Andy. BYE GRASS, SEE YOU NEXT YEAR. Don’t let the door hit you on your way out. BYEEEEEEEEEEEE. Now, can we pls fast-forward to clay? Fine, fine, I’ll be nice during the American hardcourt season. *pouts*

Kim Sears looking pretty as fuck in a gorgeous blue Fred Perry cardigan fyt.

Look, you guys! It’s Mandy happily playing footie with his tennis ball and smiling like a happy kid and running on green grass all happeeeehhh! HAPPY. It’s almost like the newspaper with the second biggest circulation in the UK didn’t put him on the cover doing nothing but working out. It’s almost like there’s no pressure! It’s almost like he doesn’t have over sixty thousand people wanting him to win! It’s almost like this scene from Buffy, actually.

Good boy, Mandy, good boy! He plays the other Andy — the dull American one. Hey British Crowd, how about we pretend this is football for a second and you guys scream your assess off for you man? Yeah? All good!

ETA:

Oh LOL. I hope they shout “Come on, British Andy” just for the sake of it now.

Moving on.

Roddick‘s wife, the “model”, Brookly Decker… teasing the photographers? Because, honestly, I can’t think of anything sexier than a piece of paper. Nom nom nom. And I remember looking for that cap in every single Lacoste store in Paris when that thing came out and they only had in men’s size. So either they released smaller model now or she has a very a big head. *insert 5645 dirty jokes involving the word head + her “modelling” career here* Yes, I am a terrible person. No wonder people search those awful things and it leads them to my blog.

Sara Foster, sweetie, you’re not that famous. Why are you hiding? Was today’s “pretend you’re goth” day? No? Then the answer is GET A BETTER OUTFIT. You have to dress better or the title of my favourite WAG will go to Mirka or something. Oh lol, I kid, I kid. I could never trade you for Miroslava. Maybe for Kim Sears, but certainly not for Mirka! :D

And just because I’m sure everyone misses the best WAG that has ever been — Camilla Belle, I must post a pic to remember the good times.

Bonus: a picture of the happy couple at its prime* before Camilla moved onto the ATP/prepubescent Disney boys.

*Must not make Muff Muncher jokes. Must not make Muff Muncher jokes. Must not make Muff Muncher jokes. Oh damn.

Popstar Justin Timberlake watching Roddick on Saturday. I think it’s hilarious that he’s pumping his fist. Do you guys pump your first when watching tennis? Idk about you but that sounds like a completely dorky thing to do. I would like to think I’m ~*cooler*~ than that. Yes, I think I’m cooler than JT. Do you have a problem with it? No? Good, ok, thanks.

And adorable!Laura Robson moment of the day, Laura squees and fangirls about how she met Justin and Enrique Iglesias. I don’t know if this is just me, but if was a 15-year-old British girl, I would squee if I met Cheryl Cole. Actually, I’d squee if I met Cheryl Cole nowadays too. And I’m not even British.

Now, my favourite Wimby celebrity sighting so far (and will probably continue being my favourite unless the Skins cast decides to go watch some tennis) is Sara Foster. Seriously, Tommy, thanks for dating/being engaged to her. I think it’s highly entertaining to see her pouting, screaming, playing with her bubblegum, taking a nap, pointing to her blackberry and such during matches.