The Junkyard Court: Strawberry Cream
At the 2018 Wimbledon Men's Quarters the bracket rings true. All the hustle, all the troubles, all the smashes, all the clashes. Left is Fed and Nadal, of course. Easy like. Fed will demolish the lanky South African Anderson on his way to the title. Like mowing, his grass always smells cut. Nadal gets washed out by Del Po, the red dirt still sweating out of his system. Novak looks good, but stressed. He plays Kei Nishikori, the Japanese serve return master coming back from injury. Hungry, very hungry.
The token American is Isner. He should be celebrated wildly, his career is the lone notable male American tennis career of an entire generation. Many records, that serve, Miami. He's tall. Maybe Querry, maybe his career is notable. Stevie The Grit will always be beloved. Sock stinks. Lets move on.com, please.
(Sorry Wayne, referring only to singles. Your boy's accomplishments are incredible, especially Bob, who teamed with an almost 50 year old Martina Navratilova and won the 2006 U.S. Open Mixed Doubles title. So much hardware.)
First time Wimbledon Quarterfinalist Isner plays Canadien Milos Raonic. Isner will be destroyed. He is happy and satisfied with what he's done. It is his nature. After Miami, he flopped. After 70-68, he flopped. Raonic has too much game and John McEnroe still echos in his ear from his time as his coach. Definately has more swagger than Big John, whose shoulders must be worn completely out. His trademark between the legs bounce prior to his serve is classic. And very cool. Of course, Fed will strawberry cream either of these North Americans quick in the Semis.
(Sorry Wayne, referring only to singles. Your boy's accomplishments are incredible, especially Bob, who teamed with an almost 50 year old Martina Navratilova and won the 2006 U.S. Open Mixed Doubles title. So much hardware.)
First time Wimbledon Quarterfinalist Isner plays Canadien Milos Raonic. Isner will be destroyed. He is happy and satisfied with what he's done. It is his nature. After Miami, he flopped. After 70-68, he flopped. Raonic has too much game and John McEnroe still echos in his ear from his time as his coach. Definately has more swagger than Big John, whose shoulders must be worn completely out. His trademark between the legs bounce prior to his serve is classic. And very cool. Of course, Fed will strawberry cream either of these North Americans quick in the Semis.
With Fed in the final, and the eventual winner, the runner up will be the Argentine Del Po, who made it there by forehanding Kei off the court. Kei, who steadily battled a crazed Novak to get to the Semis, could only look over to his coach, Michael Chang, and shrug. That forehand of Del Po is an all timer. Maybe the US Open for Novak, but whose gonna beat a rested Nadal in New York?
Then the alarm went off and I woke up on a Tuesday. Maniacal Monday was over. Sweet Jesus, Serena's gonna win another title! That moon was just a sliver this morning. Looked like a spaceship coming through the sky. Wonder if Del Po won his suspended quarterfinal with Gilles Simon. He was up 2 sets to 1. Think it's about to come on. Can't quite remember that dream, but it was weird. All the Wild Boars get out of that cave? Fed might win this.