An announcement

June 11th, 2010 • vika azarenka • No comments

I just stopped by to inform you readers that Vika and I are no longer an item.

We’re all saddened by this loss, etc.

At least one post everyday

June 10th, 2010 • pico monaco • 1 comment

I’m trying to do this thing where I get the habit of posting here. So this is today’s post:

Actual news: that delish boy up there is out of Wimbledon. Must be the wrist injury. At least he said he isn’t going to have a surgery.

Also, apparently something do with darkness happened, Fishy ran away and Mandy whined about it. Grass is so fascinating!!!!!!!

Pretty clay outfits I still love

June 9th, 2010 • aravane rezai, holy rafa, maria shutupova • 2 comments

The blue from Queen’s + the green from the grass + Rafa’s lovely geometrical shirt = my heart swooning. Unless you guys know how I dress (and you probably don’t, thank god), you can’t fully understand this. But let me just say, I’m very OCD regarding colours. I like matching the tiniest details: it’s my matchy-matchy© style. And, guyyyyyys, look at all the matchy-matchy going on. SIGH.

BE STIL MY SHALLOW NOT-SO-FASHIONABLE HEART.

Meanwhile, Masha isn’t looking so bad either. How to fancy up an outfit: use a pretty jacket.

Swoon, heart in pupils, etc.

I still want to buy that dress badly and I probably will once I find the matching jacket online. Amazing, Masha, amazing.

Oh, wait, sorry. Wrong post.

Bitch is back

June 9th, 2010 • muzzah, wags • 1 comment

Kim Sears — Andy Murray‘s girlfriend/ex-girlfriend/girlfriend/ex-girlfriend/girlfriend, Walk Walk Fashion Baby, Nigel Sears‘ daughter, WAG EXTRAORDINAIRE — is back. Bow down, bitches. She’ll kick your ass with her ‘Come on Andy’s, perfectly fitting cardigans and aviators. It might be possible I like Kim more than Mandy. Probably because I get attached to random people for no reason. Or because there’s Maggie:

We’ll never know, I guess.

My thoughts on the final

June 7th, 2010 • holy rafa • 1 comment

SHSJDHDKAHKDJD THE MATCH IS ABOUT TO START SHAKS;ALJASJ I’M SO NERVOUS LIKE IF SODERMORT DEFEATS RAFA AGAIN I’LL CRY LIKE A BABY OMG IT’S STARTING OMG OMG OMG LOOK AT HIS FACE, BOY LOOKS SO FOCUSED OMGOMGOMG GET IN THERE, RAFA. OKAY, HOLDING, CONTINUE TO SERVE WELL, RAFA OMGGGGG HE BROKE, HE BROKE IN THE FIRST SET OMGGG WHY DOES HE KEEP FACING BREAK POINTS WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM RAFA, JUST FUCKING HOLD OMGGGGGG FIRST SET 6-4 OMG OK LET’S WIN THE SECOND HAJSSJSSHSJS ALREADY UP OMG THERE IS A GOD, JESUS! HE’S RUNNING SO FAST, LOOK AT THAT MOTHERFUCKING BOY RUNNING FROM SIDE TO SIDE, LOOK HOW HE FLIIIIIEEEEEEEEES OMG AMAZING OMG HE’S GOING TO GET A 2-0 LEAD IN THE FINAL, THIS IS GOING FAST, THIS IS BECOMING AMAZING SECOND SET 6-2 YESSSSSSSSSSS HE WON’T CHOKE OUT A 2-0 LEAD, WILL HE? WILL HE? NO HE WON’T! HE’S AMAZING, HE BREAKS. HE WASN’T BROKEN YET, HE’S SAVING ALL THOSE FUCKING BREAK POINTS SPECTACULARLY, OMGGGGGGGG, HE’S SERVING FOR THE MATCH. SERVING FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIPS. SERVING FOR THE MOTHERFUCKING FIFTH ROLAND GARROS TITLE AND THE NUMBER ONE POSITION. OMGGGG 40-0 TRIPLE MATCH POINT… IS HE GOING TO… IS HE GOING TO….

RAFAEL NADAL: ROLAND GARROS 2010 CHAMPION

Always a bridesmaid

June 3rd, 2010 • demented, francesca schiavone • 3 comments

The ladies semifinals proved to be quite a bore: a somehow dramatic bore. Like women’s tennis, for all the wrong reasons.

A couple of hours before the semis, I had woken in a cheery mood (yay no classes, yay clay, etc). Part of me, the long time Dementieva fan, was hoping Lena would overcome her apparent injuries and recent lackluster tennis to clinch her first Slam final in 6 years. And then, like in a Lifetime movie, against all odds, she would defeat the favourite in the final to finally take her first major.

No, that wasn’t what happened. Why do you ask?

Things looked stellar for Lena in the beginning. She wasn’t playng her best tennis (like she hasn’t in a while) but neither was Franny. She managed to get a break in the first set at 4-3. But, in a Lena-like fashion, gave the break back right away with a double fault. Still, she looked in control. She was saving break points with aces. She was attacking with her forehand. She was going to take this!!!!, I could feel it.

Set went to tiebreak. And there came Lena getting a minibreak and 2-0 lead. Also gave that away, and there went the set.

In the changeover, we see Franny sitting on her chair, clearly focused. She is one set away of being the first Italian lady in a Slam final in the Open Era. And, boy, does she want it. And then we see Lena stopping in front of her chair, Franny stands and they shake hands.

On the replay, we can see Franny’s face (brilliant stuff, by the way). She is as confused by this as we are. In the presser, she admitted her thoughts at the moment were: ‘Why are you here? Do you need something?’ Are you congratulating me on my tiebreak win? Well, that’s nice. No, what you mean retire? She retired??? What? Me??? In the final?? What?? :D :D :D *goes off to make out with clay court*

Lena later stated on her press conference that she tore her calf muscle on the second round. She said she considered retiring in that marathon against Wozniak in the third round — the match that ended with Lena kneeling on the court, her face between her hands.

Lena is now pulling out of Eastbourne. The injury should take two to four months to heal. Wimbledon is in doubt, just like her streak of 46 consecutive slam appearances.

Tennis: Because toying with your emotions is just that fun.

P-p-paparazzi

June 2nd, 2010 • bb safina, vika azarenka • No comments

There’s an interesting story on Vika‘s recent slump and, additionally , on the journalist/player relation over at TENNIS.com. My favourite part isn’t anything Vika-related, but regards Dina:

Walking towards the transport area, Azarenka runs into Dinara Safina, and the interview is temporarily put on hold again as the two greet each other enthusiastically. Safina’s face, all smiles, freezes at the sight of a reporter with such horror that it’s hard not to feel sorry for her.

My heart was a bit crushed at the fact Dina is that scared of a journalist. She’s easily one of the players the press has given the hardest time recently. You don’t need to go back much to remember the whole ‘Number One Without a Slam’ fiasco. I think if I were to interview her after a loss, I’d be all ‘Awww, here, Dina. I brought you some chocolate cake! Now gimme a big hug!’. Perhaps slightly inappropriate, but isn’t the thought what matters?

Fine Journalism

June 2nd, 2010 • mollie, sam stosur • 3 comments

Let me tell you a story, reader. Meet my stuffed kangaroo.

I bought this stuffed kangaroo in London (that huge Hamleys in Oxford Street) when I was hardly 15. I’ve always loved stuffed animals, I had over 50, but when I was about 13, they all had to be given away because I’m overly allergic to, well, anything. Still, I bought this one. And it’s still kept in a high bookshelf in my room.

You see, I’m the kind of (crazy) person that names all of her favourite things. I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to name a cute (fake) animal. Let me just say, naming the stuffed kangaroo was a very easy task. I named the mother and its daughter after my two favourite Australian players at the time: Alicia and Sam.

Moral of the story: Sometimes this sport makes me happy. Even if it’s rare. And even if it takes a while.

(I might make a real post on the Serena-Sam match. If I’m still not all ahsjddd.’d;fkd.fld;fkfSAMMY)

Hey dude, where’s your ’24′ jacket?

June 1st, 2010 • roger failderer, sodermort • 1 comment

In case you are the worst tennis fan ever/lives in a bubble, half an hour ago, this happened.

And it was amazing.

I feel this is the way of the Tennis Gods repaying me for the utter disaster that was the Holy Slam in 2009. Being there and having to deal with my baby Rafa‘s loss to the devil incarnated was a quite traumatic experience. But you know what they say: that everyone has a bit of evil in them (Do people say that? Or did I just make that up?). Today, the devil won. AND I LOVED EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF IT.

The match was high-level and competitive. Soderling was bashing the ball like there was no tomorrow, making Federer play defensive. I have a feeling that if the Swiss had gotten more first serves in (I didn’t even check the stats), the match could have gone differently. Soderling was really pouncing on those second serves. Hitting backhand and forehand winners all over the court. In the end, he held tight to those crucial breaks and got the match.  That was some superb tennis from him.

I’d put the devil as the second biggest contender for the title now. It’s funny how he wasn’t even having a good clay season and, yet, he comes to Paris and pulls of the biggest upset once again. Even with the crowd heavily against him (stfu, Frenchies).

Federer’s loss means that if Rafa takes the title, he’ll go back to the number one position. This slam just got a lot more interesting.

TGIF.

May 28th, 2010 • allez bitch is back, maria shutupova • 1 comment

Hello, weekend. I love you, weekend.

Tomorrow’s order of play has potential. Potential being the magical word — means that it can be awesome, but since today the Tennis Gods blessed me, tomorrow they’ll probably kick my ass. Like stealing a child’s candy. The candy being fun tennis and the child being, obviously, me. Let’s take a look, shall we?

The day on Chatrier starts with Serena versus Pavs. It will probably be an easy win for Serena but I’m sure lots of people will have a great time watching how well Pavs hits the ball. SPOILER: She hits it quite well. (Serena ain’t that bad either.)

After that, we have the continuation of the drrrrrama. Rezai and Petrova stopped play tonight at 7 all on the third for lack of light. Both players had to save match points. Bring. It. Or, like the French would nicely put it: BOOOOOOOOO.

Two zzzz-wothy matches after that one: Nole-Hanescu and Rafa-Hewitt (if their last year’s encounter here is anything to go by, at least).

And then, DUN DUN DUN, what will probably be low-quality tennis but, boy, do we want that low-quality tennis: Henin-Sharapova. Henin recently said that her embarrassing defeat to Masha in the AO final in 2008 felt like ages ago. Masha‘s response? ‘Actually, it feels like it was yesterday’. In the same interview, she was critical of the players that celebrate and scream after every point won, even when it was caused by the opponent’s error. Sounds like someone? (Besides herself. And Ana.)  MY SPORT, U GUISE: I love it so.

We also have some other matches on the lesser courts but the only one I’m sort of interested in is Wicky-Hantuchova. I imagine it will go the Slovakian’s way, Wicky is still recuperating from her elbow injury. And, in case you’re wondering how her elbow is doing, she is tired but Wicky is applying ice.

I’m excited. I’ll get popcorn, ice cream and swear at the TV. Be sure to check ze twitter for some live spamming coverage.

P.S. The ATP matches are boring to me, the WTA ones are AWESOME. I’m a box full of surprises, ain’t I.