Everyone knows the formula for an awesome boy band. You always have to have the super-talented, hot, charismatic, wide-grinning one who all the boys want to be and all the ladies want to be with. They're the Michael Jacksons, the Timberlakes, the Lacheys, the Lennons, and the George Michaels of the world.
Then there's the super emo dude who isn't all that good at singing or dancing who leave you wondering why the hell he's even in the band. Did he secure his spot by letting the overweight, sweaty, band manager to touch him inappropriately? What blackmail material does he have on the other members? Does he even want to be in the band? This, of course, would be the Andrew Ridgeleys, Danny Woods, Chris Kirkpatricks, and Justin whatever his last name is in 98 Degrees. You know, the fat white dude with bleached blonde hair? Yeah, that dude.
"Oh oh oh oh oh. The Right Stuff."
With all that said, introducing the Wham! of tennis: NolAndy. Do I really have to specify which one is the Ridgely in this dynamic duo?
It's you, Andy. You're Andrew Ridgeley. Ya doof.
I was only able to catch the super-tiebreak, as I was a bit preoccupied with Sam hitting the shit out of the ball across the grounds on Grandstand. But I sprinted over and caught the calamity that is "Andy Murray Playing Tennis When He Really Has No Business Doing So." Novak was, of course, AWESOME. This narrative has, thankfully, been captured in this epic point, which illustrates beautifully the WIN/FAIL yin-yang that is, NolAndy:
It seriously only makes me love you more, Andy.
I know, Nole. I know.
God, you guys are adorable.
Look at them coordinating their dance moves!
"Thanks for letting me play with you, Nole."
"Look Bro, I love you. But I gotta go solo. You understand."
Keep bringing Sexy Back, Nole.
(Pics: Forty Deuce)