Apologies in advance for any offense, especially to Stevie The Grit, Sandgren, Kudla, Tiafoe, and Fritz The Slammer, but come on dudes! Not one in the RO16 at the 2019 U.S. Open. Keeping track from afar, was the Texan Harrison even in the field? Isner flamed, no way he's going beat the likes of Cilic in New York. The Wilt of Tennis. Big Sam did nothing. Oh well. Golly, this tennis life must be tough.
--The travel, the regiment, the pressure, the pressers, the mean coaches, media socializing, speak into this. Exhausting. Town to town, city to city, and no multi millions, only millions. We have to pay for our stringers, chefs, team. Those European players get more government support, we want a subsidy! These South Americans are monsters. Have you seen Del Potro in person? Garin? No one can get a serve past Nishikori. The Asian wizards are just now emerging. Now Rublev and the other Russian. He destroyed our good buddy Nick. He's so cool, Nick I mean, the Laver Cup was a blast. When he was on our team. Was got smashed. On the court, and off. Lol, lol, lol. We got lives too, man. You have no clue, we're professionals. It's really hard---
Sickening, disappointing, predictable, and a shame. We American men are better than this. Perhaps Connors, McEnroe, Sampras, and Agassi should call a meeting. Courier could come, Roddick and Chang. Maybe round up the ashes of Arthur Ashe and Tilden. Just sit down at a table and figure out what the heck is going on. Figure out some solutions, identify some adjustments, make a list, brain storm. We'll arrange a late working lunch, whatever A/V, maybe Brad Gilbert could facilitate. BG, yes! Perhaps set up Venus and Serena for an afternoon guest speaker session. Then maybe have some fun, a match for charity the next day. Bank a million for the cancer fight. Cancer can go fuck itself. Here, here!! Two days is all. Start finding a spot, the 2020 season will be here soon. We're working on a two decade dry spell, this could take a minute, or a billion minutes. We ain't got much to work with.