Kinda. Let's just say that I probably would not want to spend two days with Christiane Amanpour watching a tennis tournament, but I would definitely spend two days drunkenly wandering Indian Wells getting into all kinds of trouble with Mrs. Saifn (aka Mkeller). Thanks to her biting wit and, more importantly, the bottle of Bacardi that she snuck onto the grounds, we got yelled at by Vika and winked at by Marat. So yeah, us Band of Brothers roll deep.
And to prove that good things happen to rad people, Mrs. S herself is volunteering at the LA Open this week. Some of you have probably read her tweets about the experience but if you haven't she's been kind enough to put together a quick write-up of her experience on Saturday, wherein she served as a driver for the players. Put it this way, if you could drive two players from the LA tourney, who would you choose?
Duh. You'd choose Marat and DJ Spades. Hands down:
- Safin didn't appear to have a coach with him, at least not today. I don't know who he hit with in the morning but he went back to the hotel alone (you know, alone with me). He hit with Kunitsyn in the afternoon and they were laughing and joking in Russian but no coaches for either guy. Maratski got frustrated after hitting several shots into the net and threw his racket all the way across the court.
- Safin said LA is one of his favorite cities and he loves Entourage and Californication
- Marcos seemed to be unhappy with how his rackets were strung. In the morning practice they kept bringing him new rackets, and in the afternoon he had two on court with him to test out.
- Spadea wouldn't rap for me. Since when doesn't Spadea want to rap?
- The new "Behind the Scenes" show for the ATP was following Spadea all day filming him. I took them to the Chinese Theater and they had him point out landmarks on Sunset Blvd. He had some really funny stories and some other stories that I feel like I should never repeat.
All three guys were very gracious about taking a picture with me. No
one was around when I dropped off Marat so he held the camera out to
take the photo.
- After my shift ended I sat in the stadium for two hours watching Marat and Marcos practice and the place was empty except for workers setting up. Turns out the best time to be at a tournament is before it even starts.
- Dudi Sela looked super short in person. Haas is a good looking guy.
So much awesome. Thanks to Mrs. S for texting me the whole time and letting me live vicariously through her. But boo on you, Vince, for declining my request for a Forty Deuce rap. This could have been your big break, bro.
(Pics from Mrs. Saifn. Don't fucking take them, people. That's rude and I will track you down.)