At Least It's Soft.

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June 07, 2010

It's a shame that I don't like grass court tennis. I love the look of the grass and I love Wimbledon. I kind of think Pete Sampras ruined it for me. Watching that hairy dude serve and volley his way to title after title drove me away from tennis.

But I still love the look of it. Especially when people are falling down!