Me, Watching Tennis

Me, Watching Tennis
Me, Watching Tennis

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Karlovic defeats Federer

They have had many close matches. Many, many tiebreaks. But, my heart is broken.

Guest Blogger RickRock will be happy that Nadal has a HUGE chance at being number one. And I am with him on wanting Rafa to hold that numero uno for a bit. Rafa deserves it. As Cahill says, "confidence means everthing". The Rog doesn't have it right now.

And as everyone knows, I have a big soft spot for Karlovic. He has a stutter. That makes me love him. Really.

Later:

It's extraordinarly late. I am half asleep. This is the bad thing about Tivo/DVR. But they just showed the 31 yr old Lapenti in the audience here, at the Nadal/Haas match (which is a fantastic match), who beat Verdasco...I love Verdasco. But how great is ist that an Equardoran, not young, has such a great win? I can't help but to be happy for Lapenti. Regardless of the fact that I am Verdasco's face book group leader. As an old person, I am thrilled for Lapenti's win. And he's hot, too.

Yours Truly,
Paula

Day Four of Cincinnatti 2008

I am just starting to watch and will continue to update as I manage to watch more. But I wanted to say... HI EVERYBODY!!!!!

I'm proud that I called Gulbis beating Blake. Thing is I always pick Gulbis because he is, unlike Del Potro, one of those up and comers who everyone oohs and aahs over and says "he'll be top ten" that I actually ooh and ah over, too. He seems like he has a lot of game and composure. And I'm a Blake fan. But whenever I make some money on betting on Gulbis, I feel smart.

Right now Djokovic is playing Seppi. And Moya- not on the telly, waaahh - is playing Davydenko. But they just flashed the score- they just started the third. GO MOYA!!! I think I picked Davy to win that one- don't tell! I don't always follow my heart, sometimes, I go with the stats. Although, I'm not sure as I can't check my picks without seeing the results of matches I haven't watched yet.

One thing I will predict, is that I will be commenting a bit on the commentators here. The Beeg is funny and outrgeouos and occasionally I wanna strangle him. Chris Fowler- I don't like him. And the Aussie- I like him.

OH YEAHH! Moya beats Davydenko!! Maybe that hot new girl of his is helping his game. I wish it were me. Or Pennetta. But I'm happy he's doing well.

MORE LATER:

(P.S. - Did I write that I googled how far Cinci was by car? It's just over 10 hours. I thought- I thought some more. Drive Five! Sleep at a motel 6! Drive Five more. tada!!! And then, I decided to stay home and watch the Telly and let my fam play tennis instead of watch it all day long. HECK! We just got back from Toronto...)

Yours Truly,
Paula

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Day Two of the Cincinnati Masters, 2008

Well, I am glad that Moya beat Tipsarevic, because Moya is a God-like speciman of humanity. That said, I was sad to see his new girlfriend in the audience, Carolina Something or other (maybe I'll fill that in later), because I liked the Moya-Penetta romance. Carolina has the whiff of model/actress. Sigh. Anyway, as soon as I have more info on her, maybe I will be comforted by knowing more about her. But Penetta was awesome! Is awesome. And I love two-tennis-peeps romance.

I am now watching Stepanek v. Andreev. After seeing Andreev win against Monfils in Toronto, and being totally blown away by his spinny super-raquet accelerrating shots, I hope he pulls through here, tight in the third set. Also, Andreev studied tennis in Spain, so for me, he is an alomst-Spaniard, like Safin, like Kuznetsova, and therefore, I like him very much. That said, I have walked by Stepanek on more than one occasion during my Canada trips and- OK, you gotta trust me on this - he's actually quite handsome and charming-looking in real life! TV is not kind to everyone. The TV makes him look - um- unattractive. But really he's not unattractive. Really!

I love tiebreaks in the third in general. So. I'm happy. DUDE! Down the line winner! Go Igor!!!! ( I love that name, my first cat was named Igor, after my dad's favorite composer, Stravinski.)

Yours Truly,
Paula

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Nadal defeats Kiefer in the Rogers Cup Final, 2008

Wow, did anyone else find this a completely boring match? People, I fell asleep. Which is cool, as earlier posts attest. I like to nap while watching tennis. But still, dude, a total yawner for the final?

The semi between Krazy Kiefer and Simon was good stuff. The most fun was listening to Brad Gilbert be such an idiot, blabbing away, calling SiMON "Simon Says" and in general being a complete ass. The Beeg (that's what we call him, which is us mushing together B and G, and I think others on the telly call him that and that is why we call him that) is a true nutbar.

But that final. Snoozarama. Frankly, I needed the nap.

Cinci next week! I filled out my raquet bracket! My raquet bracket for Toronto had- OK, I was going for the upsets - a Tipsaravic/Safin final. Needless to say, I was very lowly ranked. Like, almost the lowest of thousands of people who did it on the ATP website. For Cinci, I decided to pick very few upsets. In fact, I think I have a Rafa Fed final, but with Fed winning.

Yours Truly,
Paula

Cheesewad's Photos from the Rogers Cup 2008

Cheesewad took a bunch of great photos:


Saturday, July 26, 2008

Gasquet v. Nadal, The Rogers Cup, 2008

I'm watching the first set tiebreak. This is great great tennis. Oh my God- 9.9 in the tiebreak and Nadal wins the next point with just amazing tennis and Gasquet playing unbelievably.

And they are showing Rafa's girlfriend in the audience and she is the most gorgeous thing in the world- she is such a real person, too, not scary fake celeb type -and I am just blown away right now.

More later. After this tiebreak, I gotta go buy food. I love tennis, but I must press pause to feed my family. Eating is important, too. In fact, it is almost as important as watching tennis.
OH MY GOD! What play by the Frenchman! I am so in love with tennis right now. And both of these young men, too.

LATER:
I am so feeling for Gasquet. I mean, the stupid dudes on TV keep talking about how great Rafa is- and I am a huge Rafa fan -but they are missing the point that Gasquet fell apart. I am so sad for him. The first set was so amazing. I have this thing where often I cheer for the underdog. I was doing that here. Especially at the end. Richard! Richard! We gotta work on your mental game. We gotta stop you from getting tight.

Yours Truly,
Paula

I Had a Dream About Rafa Last Night

Which is funny, because I have had mostly Verdasco, Lopez, Moya, Gasquet, etc.. on my mind. The dudes I saw in Toronto. And I didn't see Rafa. And I haven't watched the Rafa v. Gasquet match yet. (Its taped though!)

The dream goes like this: I was on some island, on a beach with another girl, a friend, and it was sunny and the water was beautiful and there was Rafa! In board shorts! And, as sometimes dreams can be tricky this way, it was really Rafa, not someone else. You know how you can dream it's "Rafa", but really, it's, like, your neighbor? Cause dreams don't make sense? Well, this was Rafa, except he spoke English really well, which isn't true to life, of course. And he said, I've never had a girlfried. And I said, I saw you with your girlfriend in US Magazine! (Which is true.) And he said, I've never had an American girlfriend. And I said, Oooh. Then, somehow, Rafa and I are in a bed that is, like, in the middle of some outdoor shopping area or something. We are under the covers. It's very exciting, but there are people milling about the shopping area. He has a beautiful, hairless stomach. Then, Cheesewad jumps on the bed. Sort of like how Cheesewad jumps on the bed here at home from time to time. Also, wierdly, Cheesewad has mosquito bites all over his back. Then Rockytoad comes in, as he is known to do as well here at home. So now, it's not so exciting, it's just like Rafa and I are hanging with my kids. But I try to get them to go play video games or something. THEN Rafa's coach comes over and starts giving him lip service about not doing what he was about to do! But it wasn't Rafa's real coach, Uncle Tony, or Roig, the other guy. It was a dream person, not a real person. At this point, Rafa is standing up and no longer in bed with me. Then this writer I know and don't really like came to buy towels! I decide to get up and put a shirt on, or buy a shirt, since I don't have one on. Then, in real life, the phone rang and woke me up.

Yours Truly,
Paula