Justine came back from a set and 3-0 down in the third set to win in s'Hertogenbosch. Nice comeback, but her penchant for digging herself into third set holes is disconcerting if you're a Justine fan. Which, I presume no one who reads this blog is so I'm moving on.
Oh, PetKo. So close! Your love of third set drama is commendable but the drama only works if you win. It's like in Alias. Sydney's idiocy as a spy that requires her to be rescued week by week is only forgiveable if she actually gets rescued. I mean, if she really were to die, that's no fun, right? Take heed, PetKo. All that unsolicited constructive criticism aside, well done this week!
Speaking of well done, how about a standing ovation for Ekaterina Makarova? She went through Eastbourne qualies, then beat Flavs, Nads, Sveta, Sam, and Vika for her first WTA title. And here's the kicker: She didn't drop a set. Yes, Vika practically had to be hauled off in an ambulance in the final (looks like a right leg injury), but credit to Maks for not freezing in any of these matches and keeping her nerve. She could have easily headcased it once Vika started being all drama and shit. A much deserved ovation, kiddo. She could meet Venus in the second round of Wimby.
Much love to Team MomoLlodes! Mikey came through in the final to capture his first singles title of the year.
Fear the Scrunchie. FEAR IT.