After enduring the 1 hour and 20 minute drive (ok, yes, I'm whining. But I *never* drive so this is like...a cross -country trip for me. Also, I wasn't driving, which makes my whining even more pathetic) we finally arrived at HP Pavilion. We knew we had reached our destination because you couldn't walk without bumping into a banner of Andy Roddick.
Once we made it inside (after the door guy referred to DG as "the Mom of the evening" because she was carrying our tickets -- wha?) we checked our phones and saw that the BryBros were signing autographs. We wouldn't be good tennis fans if we didn't take the opportunity to stand within 10 feet of them and laugh. So we did.
After that we got some food and found our seats, which, bless DG, were right behind the players' chairs. She having of course dressed up for the occasion, it was clear that her four inch Stuart Weitzman "fuck me" heels weren't going to make it up and down the arena steps to get our liquid refreshments. So me and my trusty Dunk Lows ran up and down the steps to secure four white wines and two gigantic beers.
Note to the SAP Staff: If you have a sign that says "2 Alcoholic Beverages Per Transaction" don't try and pull this "Sorry, you already have 2 glasses of wine that you bought at the other stand. We can't sell you this beer" bullshit. Do you have a dictionary? Good. Go look up "transaction" and get back to me.
Anywho, once all was said and done we settled into the matches. First up with A-Rod vs. Ryler DeHeart.
If you remember the USO 08 then you remember Ryler as being the kid that Rafa destroyed on Ashe during the night session. Also, if you've been to his website, you know that Ryler wants you to know that "World Domination Is Imminent."
But he was so adorable then and he was just as adorable tonight. He came alive in the second set, playing a great game to break Andy, before choking when trying to serve out the set.
A-Rod broke back and the rest is history. But a good performance by him.
Then it was the main event. Well, at least for us. 30% of the crowd left after Andy won. Idiots. Yeah...we were sitting...kind of close.
I must say, the gangrene Adidas kit looks so much better in person. It's still baggy, but it definitely doesn't look as busy. He looks like a Listerine strip that you just want to put in your mouth. Or something.
It was really interesting to watch A-Rod and Fer back to back. Watching Andy, all I could think was "HIT THE DAMN BALL!!!" I am always amazed as to how much effort he puts into hitting the ball and it just goes nowhere. Yes, he puts a lot of work on the ball and he grinds opponents down, but with his wind up and extension you'd think he'd hit the ball harder. He doesn't. It's frustrating to me.
But with Fer, you know that if the ball is short or if he can get his weight behind it, he'll hit it. And his forehand is a beauty. There were quite a few fun points between the two and Rendy acquitted himself well, especially in the second set.
But after Rendy won the second set to force a third, I told a very worried DG "Don't worry, Fer's fitter. Rendy won't have the legs to keep up." Sure enough, that's what happened. Fer served better in the third and Rendy was hunched over gasping for air a few times.
So DG and I had a blast and should Fernando get scheduled for the Friday evening session we'll go again. Going to the SAP reminded me how much I love live tennis and how much I'm looking forward to IW this year. It sounds like we'll have a relatively large FD contingent (the regulars and some newbies) and this year DG is going to come along with Love All and I. Stock up on wine and beer, Indian Wells. Here we come.