And with that, the first round at RG is in the books. Mildly uneventful from a seed perspective. But that's the fun part about actually watching the matches as opposed to score-tracking: All the little funnies along the way.
"So then this guy named Christian something opens the door and they all go inside..."
Oh don't be coy. It doesn't suit you.
Do they have Rockette's in the UK?
Watch!
This used to be funny. It's kinda not anymore.
Oh, Cone. I miss you.
More after the jump.
But Kim drove 10 hours round trip to see you! Be happy, Flipper!
So that's...a look.
"Let's see: shoot a text to John, book a flight, cancel my Twitter account, and admit I tanked the match. That's a pretty full day. Fuck, I really want some In n Out."
Zen and the Art of Sexy Tennis.
Come on, Lleyton. A bagel wasn't enough?
Superstar!
Dude! Wha happen?
Running Man.
"Fluffernutter!"
I. Love. Oracene. That is all.
Look who's back. No go away, thanks.
