Strange happenings yesterday in Dubai. First off, Sveta and Frank locked horns, splitting the first two sets with a Frank breadstick and a Sveta bagel. Weird. They then proceeded to find their Melbourne form at the same time to play some awesome tennis in the third. There was some massive hitting from Sveta and "HOLYSHITSHEDIDNOTJUSTDOTHAT"-ing from Fran.
It took Sveta seven match point but she finally converted one to take the match 16 60 75. Can we just have a tour for these two? I honestly would not mind that at all. They really bring out the best in each other. Really, if these two are ever playing a match, get your ass out of bed, pour yourself some coffee, and tune in. They match up so well and it'll be worth the line of coke you have to snort in the morning to get through your 9 to 5.
Sveta's got Aga in the quarters.
Then there was this. Dudes...I don't even know what the fuck. Flavia looked on her way to a fairly easy win, up 5-1 in the second set, before Vika decided to run silent, run deep, quit her weird whooping noises, and stormed back to take the second set 76. THEN, Vika races to a 4-1 lead over a clearly pissed off Flavia, at which point I was like "LATES, YO."
Only to wake up to find Flavia won the last set 64.
Flavia's got Kleybs (is there an ointment for that?), who somewhat surprisingly beat #2 seed Bepa in two fairly easy sets. I mean, that's not that weird but it's kinda weird.
All this is to say...MARRY ME, WTA!!!