winstonplum
Hall of Fame
Another slam final, another DVR episode over about eight hours of interruptions with constant text to friends and family to not mention tennis.
Luckily, in the end, for the last two sets, left alone in my living room to knock on wood before every single point, after every stupid possible jinx comment by Mary Carrillo ("Nadal getting ready to bite trophy"-- 2-3 in the fourth? Are you ****ing high, Mary? Have you watched any tennis in the last five years?), pace, mutter, clap, yell, roll on floor with full-pitched neighbor- horrifying scream after DF, etc....
Come on, true Fed fans; why were you floating down the street after he beat Roddick and Soderling? When he beat Muz in '12, like I floated to the supermarket after yesterday's match.
We'll never meet our heroes, they don't know we exist, we don't get any money, recognition, etc. etc. Why are we so damn happy? I've tackled this idea over the years in various threads, but I'm interested to throw it out there explicitly to our dysfunctional family here on TT.
How about one non-troll thread? I don't care why you hate Nadal so much; I've read 30,000 posts of why over the last four years. I'm interested why you were so ecstatic when Federer won, or Nole, or Roddick, Soderling, Muster, Graf, Seles, Hingis, Blake, Agassi, Sampras. Was it because they shared your nationality? They made your country proud? Because of how they played? How they conducted themselves? Because their achievements brought glory to you somehow (refracted over thousand of miles only minimally to your hum-drum life---I think we can all relate there)?
The floor is yours.
Luckily, in the end, for the last two sets, left alone in my living room to knock on wood before every single point, after every stupid possible jinx comment by Mary Carrillo ("Nadal getting ready to bite trophy"-- 2-3 in the fourth? Are you ****ing high, Mary? Have you watched any tennis in the last five years?), pace, mutter, clap, yell, roll on floor with full-pitched neighbor- horrifying scream after DF, etc....
Come on, true Fed fans; why were you floating down the street after he beat Roddick and Soderling? When he beat Muz in '12, like I floated to the supermarket after yesterday's match.
We'll never meet our heroes, they don't know we exist, we don't get any money, recognition, etc. etc. Why are we so damn happy? I've tackled this idea over the years in various threads, but I'm interested to throw it out there explicitly to our dysfunctional family here on TT.
How about one non-troll thread? I don't care why you hate Nadal so much; I've read 30,000 posts of why over the last four years. I'm interested why you were so ecstatic when Federer won, or Nole, or Roddick, Soderling, Muster, Graf, Seles, Hingis, Blake, Agassi, Sampras. Was it because they shared your nationality? They made your country proud? Because of how they played? How they conducted themselves? Because their achievements brought glory to you somehow (refracted over thousand of miles only minimally to your hum-drum life---I think we can all relate there)?
The floor is yours.