Pics from around Roland Garros.
Given the gross grip on that Prince racquet, I think we all know who that is.
What's up with the blue and yellow, Adidas? Are those going to be the summer colors?
Also? Shorts and Ana just do not get along.
Who the hell is Flashman?
All of a sudden I'm craving beef jerky. Mmmm....
And chicken wings. Shit, I really need to get out of bed and eat lunch.
Please tell me she's wearing go go boots too.
Is it just me or is A-Rod wearing a shirt that almost kinda fits him?
Hey Muzz! Get to the semis and then lose to Rafa 60 60 60 in 48 minutes, k?
That's the gameplan. Break!
Dude! Stop it!
Roger's planning a Surfin' Safari, apparently.
Does that tape on her shoulder *really* do anything?
All it seems to do is scream "HEY LOOK!!! I HAVE A BAD SHOULDER!!!"
Ah. The backwards cap of dorkitude makes a triumphant appearance.
Gilles x 2. I know this is super random, but I have always found G Mulls to be kinda cute.
The BunBand is back, folks. Dina means business.
And she's practicing more "Ecstasy on Clay" moves.
You're hot. We know. Stop it. Or don't. I don't know.
Only Jo's smile could distract me from the dead raccoon on his head.
Run, cameraman. Run. It's like fuckin' Cloverfield.