Red cards, indeed.
Don't get me wrong, I love the teamy Spaniards. But the Frenchies give them a run for their money in the HoYay! department. Today was no exception.
After Gael did what he does, win in unnecessarily dramatic fashion (won in 5 sets after being up 2-0), it was Mikey Llodes' turn to try and pull off a big win to put France in the driver's set.
Which he did, serving and volleying his way past a frustrated, exasperated, and confuzzled Fer to take it in four sets. Fer was jawing with everyone who would give him the time, Allison Lang (boy, don't you dare), Costa, the air, his teammates. Sadly, his behavior isn't shocking to anyone who's seen his matches over the past few months. Dude's head ain't right.
And he got fat. Or so I've been told.
Tomorrow should be super fun and full of HoYay! Fer/Feli vs. Llodes/Apricot. Boys, boys, let's forget about the tennis. Just strip and start making out. You want it, we want it, why the charade?