I'm catching up on the Cincy haps and realized I never fully blogged the "Fuck is a warning" incident. So during FeVer's hotly contested second round match with the Sockless Twit, he roared a pretty loud "FUUUUUUUUUUCK" due to some, uh, frustration. The chair rightfully gave him a audible obscenity warning (I mean, the crowd was laughing it was so obvious) and FeVer completely lost his shit.
"What did I say? Fuck? Fuck? Fuck is a warning? He said it too."
He then proceeded to drop the game and as he crossed paths with Sockless on the change he said "Merry Christmas" and threw down his racquet.
Personally, I think the Merry Christmas is really the perfect cherry on top of the FuckSundae.
Tough luck for the dude, who dropped the match without being broken and hobbled his way through the last set, clearly bothered by the glute that was plastered all over TV in Toronto. Thankfully he hasn't taken a wildcard to defend his title here in New Haven. Rest up, FeVer. It only gets crazier in a week.
Fuck is a warning. Never forget.