Guess who's gonna be firing hard-hitting questions at the likes of Masha, Dinara, Ana, and Sam?
That's right. The Tennis Gods, for whom I have slaved away for over two years, have finally seen fit to reward my efforts. I've been granted a press credential for the Bank of the West Classic, held right in my backyard at the school I always dreamed of attending, at the end of the month. I have no idea what FD coverage is going to look like but it sure will be fun. The entry list is already stacked with a stable of FD faves.
I just wanted to thank all of you FD readers who have been extremely kind and supportive. You're the reason I got the pass. I mean, I have to report page views and whatnot in the media application. No doubt that you all "clicked" me through the door. I'll do my best to represent the FD Nation well.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I have to find a pinstripe suit, a hat, and rogueshly handsome foil who talks a mile a minute. It's time to unleash my inner Rosalind Russell.