You'll have to excuse my indignant and astonished Californian self. See, for us, there simply is no concept of rain during the summer. It's weird. So here we are in August and it seems like rain is consistently wreaking havoc on tennis. The Canadian and Cincy championship weekends have all been wet affairs leading to a number of "what if" results. What if it hadn't rained? Would A-Rod be in the Cincy final? Would Masha have hoisted the trophy in Cincy? Would Fed have solidified himself as the front runner by winning Toronto? I know weather delays are part of the sport but sometimes they run against the notion of a "pure" result.
And so it continues in Montreal. Saturday's semifinals were essentially rained out so the ladies will have to (or try, as it may be) to play both the semis and finals on Sunday. And it looks like we're going to get some rain up here in New Haven this week.
I didn't bring my galoshes. Because I thought I was going to a tennis tournament. Not Glastonbury.
(pics: Found Shit, Daylife)