And so Spain clinches the Davis Cup for the second straight year with a 76(7) 75 62 win over Steps and Tomas.
It was a compete and clean kill for the Spaniards, as Feli's serve was booming and Fernando's forehand was adjective-similar-to-booming-but-I-can't-use-booming-twice-in-one-sentence.
And now, for the celebration pics:
I love this pic. Primarily because it reminded me of this scene in New Moon (shut up. I'm going to keep bringing it up until it's out of my system).
"You smell like french fries. I'll be your hot mustard."
"Is it raining? I hadn't noticed."
Fer's cute and all, but I cannot stop looking at Feli's amazing receding hairline.
Like whoa, y'all.
I miss Emilio.
Can't wait for tomorrow's award ceremony.