I think I'm a pretty good tennis fan. I kill my sleep schedule, roll in late to work, watch tennis on streams from my office when I should be working, cancel plans with friends and family in order to watch tennis. It doesn't make me a good human being, employee, or, you know, person in general, but I think I've earned some cache with the Tennis Gods. I don't want to be cocky or anything, but I'm fairly confident that when I get to the white pearly gates of Tennis Heaven, the gods will run to hug me, say "Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness! Now, about that Dildo post...", and usher me into the the Kingdom of Tennis Heaven.
Shit. Humility, C Note. Humility. And maybe less cussing.
So, I come now and humbly offer my gratitude to the Tennis Gods for not only delaying play for much of the morning, but then convincing me to have some tea, curl up with some YouTube videos, AND CONK ME THE FUCK OUT so I didn't have to watch Ana lose 63 60 to Kleybs. This was a solid, Tennis Gods, and I won't forget it.
Afterwards, Ana was surprisingly positive, though it was clear that she had been crying her eyes out. Poor puppy. Hang in there!