It's quite endearing to see so many grown men and women so excited by a electronically-closing roof, though I couldn't help but feel the tennis players were getting a little overshadowed by it (fucking puns). Poor Dinara Safina spent a few hours beating an absolute man-mountain of a Frenchwoman, only to be asked what she felt about the new roof around five times.
Nobody seemed to care that she'd won, or that Orlando Bloom had clearly snuck into the ladies' singles tournament disguised as a woman.
Grrrrrr
That being said, the trivial, unrelated aspects of sports events are handy for giving people like me a chance to appear as though we know something about sport, which I don't. TBH I've mostly just been watching the ball boys.
There's some really bad ball boys, especially outside of center court. This one guy charged about court like Marcus Fenix and kept fumbling the ball, stopping, and charging back the other way. It was painful to watch.
So yeah... That's everything I know about tennis.
Grrrrrr
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