So it looks like the tennis gods are smiling down on us and granting us the Venus vs. Flavia final on clay. Should be a fun one seeing as how the last time they met Flavs bounced the big Vee in the shadows of the Paris night.
PS -- the Asian dude inexlicably sitting next to me (seriously, there are 20 other open seats in the terminal) smells like chocolate. And not in a good way. Knowing my luck he'll sit next to me on the plane. Boo face.