Woe is me. The lamentations of a man alone in his fight to bring a type of honest justice to the world of Talk Tennis. Armed with a video, this man seeks to educate his fellow posters, to plant the ever growing seed of truth in their brains...nay, in their hearts; for in the fertile soil of one's heart truth can take root more deeply than in the capricious mind and, dare I say, instill in a human being the burning desire to do right...to do right when one sees the maliciousness of untruth rear its ugly head. Can our hero steel himself? Can he beat back the hydra-headed phantom of untruth with the knowledge of what is right? Can one man, one daring man with the ever-present danger of tainting his own, purest of souls with the intellectual dishonesty of his fellow forum-goers, turn away from his fears and fight the good fight for the good of mankind?
Yes. The answer is yes. Unequivocally...undoubtedly...yes. With one video of one match, he has proven that there exists a malicious intent in the hearts of the French: the intent to handicap the King of Clay, the Toro de Toros, Rafael Nadal. What loathsome, dishonest tripe is this? Whence came this treachery? Whence came this skulduggery? Do not tell our hero it emanates from the Earth. Do not tell our hero it changes with the so-called temperature or conditions. Fool. You fool. He knows this is a malicious plot on the part of Untruth, that rabid denier of honesty and virtue. Our hero begs you to look deeply into his own eyes, to avert yours from the crusted, red-eyed stare of Untruth, and to take from him what he took from El Gran Matador: a sense of calmness and truth, which ultimately emanates from the very fabric of his own pure heart, where truth, the kind from which radiates an honest, pure light, took root originally, and find its home indefinitely.
Look to our hero, but do not tell him the squeaks are not indicators of dishonesty, for he will smash your deceit-bearing face with his intellectual hammer, which was forged long ago with tempered Truth and fired Knowledge. He has worked with PhDs blast you! Heed his words. Why can you people not see what lies before you in plain sight? The squeaks are all that he needs to prove his point, nothing more, nothing less.