Did you see Nadal today? Dude is looking pretty bad. Giant red lamb chops? Discolored and missing teeth? Translucent blobiceps? Just plain ugly, right? I dunno, maybe RAFA! is tired. If that’s what lack of sleep and constant tennis playing gets you, I think I’m gonna hit the hay earlier tonight after I throw my tennis balls out the window. Nadal didn’t play his best either. Looked like he had shit out everything he knew about tennis in his pre-match dump. Let’s face it, after the outcome we were all kinda missing RAFA!, no? It’s like we were in high school all over again and we didn’t invite that one kid we all crack on, even if he is nice and is always hanging around. Then half-way through the party, someone’s like, “man, this party kinda sucks…where’s Rafael Nadal?” Then some joker that no one invited starts trying to act like him but fails miserably. Then Roger Federer walks into your party and and smashes that joker in the face with a broken bottle of Becks. Anyway, Burger was kinda sad tonight, kinda missed old RAFA! But whatevs, at least Federer showed up to our party! Let’s Go (one last time)!!!!!!!!
(One second into the match)
Mary Carillo: Murray likes returning against Federer.
Federer’s Racket: BOOSH!
Murray’s Teeth: Oh, blimey!
(2nd serve)
Federer’s Racket: BOOSH!
(On the third serve Carillo was still jinxing Murray)
Mary Carillo: The last time they played, Murray broke Federer 7 times in 2 sets. (With emphasis) Seven times.
Murray then flubbed Federer’s 2nd serve into the net and you just knew he was wishing Mary would close her (hair) pie (eating) hole.
On the 5th serve of the game, McEnroe squeezed in the word “mono” and Federer immediately smashed a backhand winner past Murray’s tooth decay. That was without a doubt the best 2 handjobless minutes of my life.
If you could measure the amount of insight gleaned from one of Fernadez’ pre-match shiterviews what would be your units of measurement? Dollops of diarrhea? Teaspoons of mucus from the lungs of rats held in tobacco research labs? I bet if I farted directly on your ear drum (like squished the hole of my butt onto the hole of your ear) you’d come away with a better understanding of what Federer’s feeling than listening to Furrnandez.
Murray didn’t look bad early on, even with those idiotic drip (a typo I’m gonna go with) shots. I know white people don’t have a good sense of rhythm or timing, but this guy takes the (white) cake. I guess if you’re from Scotland your whiteness is like, on overdrive or something.
Thirty one minutes into the 14th hour Federer broke pube face to go up 3-2 which is funny ’cause that same time today while I was at work my chub threw up a little and i had no idea why. I think I’ll write a thank you letter to the inventor of the DVR for clearing up this mystery for me.
In the 7th game Federer unleashed an approach, forehand cross-court winner to the corner which pretty much had me mumbling weird stuff like, “shiver me timbers” and “great googley moogley.” After a couple more shots and a couple more idioms Swiss Miss was up 5-2, and my chub was up to about 5 in. 2 mm.
Goddamn, Federer looked like the pre-sipping-on-Sprites-from-his-high-school-girlfriend Federer we all knew and loved and missed and etc… He was playing so good, it almost looked like he missed the old Spanish Candy Cane.
Who has more liver spots? Reeeeegis Philbin, or Tony Tony Tony Bennett? I bet I know whose birthed more hermaphrodites!
There was some major league turmoil over a shot that went long by about the length of my One eyed Eyetalian Stallion which sent a shiver up Carillo’s backside as if the fate of the world hinged on that shot*.
“The rightness of a decision is not determined by the number of it’s supporters.”
-Mary Carillo on shot spot reviews and it’s popularity
“The rightness of a decision is not determined by then number of it’s supporters.”
-Tennisburger on ugly lesbos
Mary Carillo’s argument (for shot spot? against sho spot? I don’t even know as she doesn’t know) is more convoluted than Mattek’s bath water (one last hazah! for you Salty). She hates it, yet wants the reviews to be “electronically” determined/reviewed? She’s for it, yet hates that players can’t/don’t use it? McEnroe and Dickberg brought up the point that the line judge MISSED THE CALL. WHAT THE SHIT COULD SHO SPOT HAVE DONE ONCE MURRAY DIDN’T CHALLENGE A BALL THAT LANDED A FOOT OUTSIDE THE BASELINE? Sorry, my caps button was broke there for a sec. Oh wait, she wants an electronic grid that automatically signals when balls are out. This isn’t fucking Tron biaaatch! “Well, maybe, if we could have the players wear tap shoes on lit up chicken wire rigged to a generator the game would be better for it.” After all this talk she says she agrees with Dickberg’s point that the human element of the judging and the game is great. What? Look, Mary, when I’m really confused, or drunk or super high on drugs I usually stop talking, something you may want to try out.
Murray held, Federer held and I held my (hot) crack pipe (’til I burned my finger tips). It’s 3 all, perhaps 4 all this point, not sure due to the anger pouring out of my eye sockets.
Lots of errors ruin the 2nd set and I can only blame shot spot…or praise shot spot for not as many errors as there could’ve been.
Murray was caught at the net with his kilt down, serving 5-6. Federer snuck a 40 past the bouncer, up the line to win an all expenses paid fist clenching and “yeah!” screaming vacation. I felt I was entitled too, so I called Federer by his first name and told him “fuck yeah!” through my sHitDTV (it really is shitty though). Sadly he just walked back to the tennis waiting area, but I understood, guy was super busy. Two sets to love.
At one point McEnroe referred to one of Federer’s slice-drop-shot-half-court-volley things by asking the question, “is it Thanksgiving?” and answering himself with, “cut that turkey!” Maybe McEnroe is capable of good.
Federer broke Murray’s dentures to go up 2-0 in the 3rd set and you just knew Murray wouldn’t be able to chew his way out of that hole. He started chewing a little bit, but even with Fed serving, down 15-30, I started clipping my toe nails. By the time I was done clipping my right foot it was 3-0. In mid-clip of my pinky toe Federer had held 4-0 (I’m not joking). I sneezed and it was suddenly 5-0 (I’m joking, but only about the speed of which it happened). After 5-0 Murray had won a bagpipe shattering 3 points in the set. Then he holds and breaks? Whatdya have, competitors dyslexia? And besides, some of us have porn to watch (like, a lot of porn to watch).
Murray finally respected my porn watching duties and gave into fate (after a hilarious rally that had him returning 3 Federer overhead smashes). 6-2, 7-5, 6-2. Pretty, hmph, if you ask me. But I was glad Federer got another chance to roll around on the cement like a crazy person, even if RAFA! wasn’t on the other side of the net. What’s in store after this? Yeah, I dunno. Listen to sad music, smoke stuff, study, play tenn…, oh! you/I meant this here bleatus. Well, if I can afford 2 dollars a month for a web host I might just have my own site (I’ve been working tirelessly-that means without tired, right?-on it for a few months), so maybe by Shanghai, or earlier…or waaaaay later we’ll wipe that pesky wordpress out of my/their(?) URL. Thanks for reading and coming by and posting your comments (there’s really only one crazy guy who transmits) and for not calling the cops. I hope to be back sooner rather than later, but I’m returning my DVR to the devils at Comcast so who knows. Really, who knows! Let’s Go ’til we Know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!————————>!!!!//////////!!!!!!!…….!
*it obviously didn’t