I Stand By Roger: Flight of the Golden Eagle of Victory

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The eagle will make its reappearance!

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won both sets on SexiRogi sublime ohbh gems.
Forget the COVID, the masks and the quarantine.
In Doha, finally I have found an efficacious vaccine,
To inoculate me against tennis that terminally bores.
I am healed, as the Eagle flies once more.

Forget Tomic’s girl and her awkward pooping tweets,
And the horrors they faced with limited Uber Eats.
Real sustenance now feeds our souls evermore.
Eat up, as the Eagle flies once more.

Forget Zverev’s personal drama and Shapo’s rap game.
Forget Tsitsipas’ social media accounts swelled with shame.
Let Kyrgios troll them all till he’s laughing on the floor.
No distractions, as the Eagle flies once more

Forget Novak Djokovic and his miracle water healing.
Just pretend it works, don’t hurt those precious feelings.
It matters not because there’s a real cure for this tour,
Rejoice, as the Eagle flies once more.

Forget Nadal, and the upcoming clay-court morass.
Things will be greener when we move on to the grass.
And forget Rafa's aching back, ever is it sore.
Forget it all, for the Eagle flies once more.
 
Forget the COVID, the masks and the quarantine.
In Doha, finally I have found an efficacious vaccine,
To inoculate me against tennis that terminally bores.
I am healed, as the Eagle flies once more.

Forget Tomic’s girl and her awkward pooping tweets,
And the horrors they faced with limited Uber Eats.
Real sustenance now feeds our souls evermore.
Eat up, as the Eagle flies once more.

Forget Zverev’s personal drama and Shapo’s rap game.
Forget Tsitsipas’ social media accounts swelled with shame.
Let Kyrgios troll them all till he’s laughing on the floor.
No distractions, as the Eagle flies once more

Forget Novak Djokovic and his miracle water healing.
Just pretend it works, don’t hurt those precious feelings.
It matters not because there’s a real cure for this tour,
Rejoice, as the Eagle flies once more.

Forget Nadal, and the upcoming clay-court morass.
Things will be greener when we move on to the grass.
And forget Rafa's aching back, ever is it sore.
Forget it all, for the Eagle flies once more.
Colin!!!! :love::love::love: You soar once more too, dear! Thanks!!!

‘(...) those precious feelings(...)’ ROFLOL:-D:-D:-D
 
Colin!!!! :love::love::love: You soar once more too, dear! Thanks!!!

‘(...) those precious feelings(...)’ ROFLOL:-D:-D:-D
Thanks, Natalia. If I'm soaring, it's the fast-acting oxycodone. I ended up having to make a weekend trip to the hospital. Out of nowhere I had a crazy stomach ache, then felt like I was going to faint. I decided not to screw around as I never felt like that before and went to an emergency clinic. They found I had an infected gallbladder and made me go to the hospital.

It was my first surgery and first time in the hospital, but honestly, the waiting was the hardest part, to quote Tom Petty (who overdosed from painkillers, so probably a pretty morbid irony including him here, but oh well). I kept getting pushed back because my emergency wasn't as urgent as all of the other emergencies. After waiting 24 hours, they put me under some fast anesthesia, had a robot make a few incisions and a couple of hours later I was waking up.

One of the anesthesiologists is a tennis fan. Luckily, a Fed man and not a Novak follower, or I might have had to make it through the operation with only healing waters. After I awoke, I might have been trying to talk to him about the 2019 Wimbledon final in my haze. He understood the pain was very great indeed and the dilaudid wasn't enough for those two match points, so I got some fentanyl boost (and a popsicle for some reason).

As I'm taking it easy this week, I only am working a half shift, so I have a chance to catch up on this board and watch some tennis while I recover. And this Maestro magic is just the medicine I need — well, that and the oxy.
 
Thanks, Natalia. If I'm soaring, it's the fast-acting oxycodone. I ended up having to make a weekend trip to the hospital. Out of nowhere I had a crazy stomach ache, then felt like I was going to faint. I decided not to screw around as I never felt like that before and went to an emergency clinic. They found I had an infected gallbladder and made me go to the hospital.

It was my first surgery and first time in the hospital, but honestly, the waiting was the hardest part, to quote Tom Petty (who overdosed from painkillers, so probably a pretty morbid irony including him here, but oh well). I kept getting pushed back because my emergency wasn't as urgent as all of the other emergencies. After waiting 24 hours, they put me under some fast anesthesia, had a robot make a few incisions and a couple of hours later I was waking up.

One of the anesthesiologists is a tennis fan. Luckily, a Fed man and not a Novak follower, or I might have had to make it through the operation with only healing waters. After I awoke, I might have been trying to talk to him about the 2019 Wimbledon final in my haze. He understood the pain was very great indeed and the dilaudid wasn't enough for those two match points, so I got some fentanyl boost (and a popsicle for some reason).

As I'm taking it easy this week, I only am working a half shift, so I have a chance to catch up on this board and watch some tennis while I recover. And this Maestro magic is just the medicine I need — well, that and the oxy.
Make sure you get rid swiftly of all these other drugs and only keep the Maestro magic medicine!
 
Forget the COVID, the masks and the quarantine.
In Doha, finally I have found an efficacious vaccine,
To inoculate me against tennis that terminally bores.
I am healed, as the Eagle flies once more.

Forget Tomic’s girl and her awkward pooping tweets,
And the horrors they faced with limited Uber Eats.
Real sustenance now feeds our souls evermore.
Eat up, as the Eagle flies once more.

Forget Zverev’s personal drama and Shapo’s rap game.
Forget Tsitsipas’ social media accounts swelled with shame.
Let Kyrgios troll them all till he’s laughing on the floor.
No distractions, as the Eagle flies once more

Forget Novak Djokovic and his miracle water healing.
Just pretend it works, don’t hurt those precious feelings.
It matters not because there’s a real cure for this tour,
Rejoice, as the Eagle flies once more.

Forget Nadal, and the upcoming clay-court morass.
Things will be greener when we move on to the grass.
And forget Rafa's aching back, ever is it sore.
Forget it all, for the Eagle flies once more.

Colin’s immortality is confirmed and ever sustaining.
 
Thanks, Natalia. If I'm soaring, it's the fast-acting oxycodone. I ended up having to make a weekend trip to the hospital. Out of nowhere I had a crazy stomach ache, then felt like I was going to faint. I decided not to screw around as I never felt like that before and went to an emergency clinic. They found I had an infected gallbladder and made me go to the hospital.

It was my first surgery and first time in the hospital, but honestly, the waiting was the hardest part, to quote Tom Petty (who overdosed from painkillers, so probably a pretty morbid irony including him here, but oh well). I kept getting pushed back because my emergency wasn't as urgent as all of the other emergencies. After waiting 24 hours, they put me under some fast anesthesia, had a robot make a few incisions and a couple of hours later I was waking up.

One of the anesthesiologists is a tennis fan. Luckily, a Fed man and not a Novak follower, or I might have had to make it through the operation with only healing waters. After I awoke, I might have been trying to talk to him about the 2019 Wimbledon final in my haze. He understood the pain was very great indeed and the dilaudid wasn't enough for those two match points, so I got some fentanyl boost (and a popsicle for some reason).

As I'm taking it easy this week, I only am working a half shift, so I have a chance to catch up on this board and watch some tennis while I recover. And this Maestro magic is just the medicine I need — well, that and the oxy.
Colin!!! That gallbladder must behave from now on!!!!
Aaaah, Colin, if only some magical painkiller (or popsicle for that matter) could change that Wimbledon - 19 score.... :cry: I am definitely not over it and I don’t think I’ll ever be...
Anyway. Here we are - standing by the Eagle come rain or come shine.
For the sake of Maestro’s magic :love:

Glad to ‘see’ you back, dear! (y)
 
Forget the COVID, the masks and the quarantine.
In Doha, finally I have found an efficacious vaccine,
To inoculate me against tennis that terminally bores.
I am healed, as the Eagle flies once more.

Forget Tomic’s girl and her awkward pooping tweets,
And the horrors they faced with limited Uber Eats.
Real sustenance now feeds our souls evermore.
Eat up, as the Eagle flies once more.

Forget Zverev’s personal drama and Shapo’s rap game.
Forget Tsitsipas’ social media accounts swelled with shame.
Let Kyrgios troll them all till he’s laughing on the floor.
No distractions, as the Eagle flies once more

Forget Novak Djokovic and his miracle water healing.
Just pretend it works, don’t hurt those precious feelings.
It matters not because there’s a real cure for this tour,
Rejoice, as the Eagle flies once more.

Forget Nadal, and the upcoming clay-court morass.
Things will be greener when we move on to the grass.
And forget Rafa's aching back, ever is it sore.
Forget it all, for the Eagle flies once more.
Wow! Wonderful, Sir.
 
He has not yet fully spread his old wings. You don’t forget how to fly but he could not dance as he did two years ago.

Good signs there with more to come, I hope…
 
Stage 2 of The Return To Roland Garros will feature the Golden Eagle vs a familiar foe in USO’14 champion Marin “Not So Red Hot” Cilic pepper. Liking what I saw as SexiRogi dosed up on his anti-Istomins, I will stand by a 2R winner on antacids within the next 72 hours.
 
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