I've seen a lot of Fran and Sam during my Miami and European stint. And they've seen quite a bit of each other, too. They played doubles in Indian Wells and Madrid, practice together early in the tournaments, and tomorrow they'll play each other in the quarterfinals of Rome. That's right, I will be on hand to witness a rematch of the match that destroyed my soul last year.
This is a dangerous time, people.
So, in an attempt to stay on the postive and keep with the happy, here's some picspam of Frank and Sam from Madrid and Rome. I am absolutely fascinated with their friendship. May they forever be besties.
And also may Sam win tomorrow. IT'S ONLY FAIR.
"You ruined by girl's life. But you're ok, Frank. You're ok."
Why so badass, Tax?
Sam! In a tank top! And short shorts!
"Whaaaaaaaat am I wearing...."
This is how champs get their shoes delivered.
Yeah. That's pretty much what a Slam Champion and Slam Runner-Up would look like.
But she does smile. Sometimes.
Good luck tomorrow, ladies. Let's have a good clean fight. That Sam wins. In straight sets. Easily.*
(Pics: Forty Deuce)