Argh. We could have had a Tsonga/Commodus final. Instead it's the Evil One vs. Apricot Bars*. Whatever.
This combined with Crazy Train's loss made this a bad ATP day for Forty Deuce. Ah well, luckily we have Paris next week.
Apparently the French crowd was going nuts during Gilly's match, whistling, screaming, throwing crap on the court. I wonder if that gets into your head as the home player, like, you get kind of embarrassed and feel bad.
*Quick Explanation: Tennis Channel did a Bag Check with Julien Bennetaeu last year and he pulled out these French apricot energy bars and was like "Sometimes I can eat two or three during a match, sometimes I eat one, sometimes I eat none." That always cracked me up for some reason.
