Funny story: Back in January, when I was credentialed in Melbourne, I just happened to be standing in line for a sandwich behind a journalist who I (at the time) liked and admired. So I casually introduced myself and, since we had gone back and forth a few times on Twitter, mentioned my Twitter handle. The conversation went like this, verbatim:
Me: "You're blahblahblah, aren't you?
Them: "Yes, hello."
Me: "Hi! I'm Courtney. We've gone back and forth on Twitter. I'm FortyDeuceTwits."
Them: "Oh, right! Fantastic. Nice to meet you."
Me: "Nice to finally meet you as well."
*pause*
Them: "You're quite a prolific tweeter. You tweet a lot."
Me: "Hah. Yeah, that's part of my schtick, I suppose."
Them: "Right. *pause* I generally tend to go for quality over quantity myself."
It was kind of a bummer interaction because I really did like the person up until then. But it was a completely unnecessary passive-aggressive dig and my interactions with them since have never been all that warm or fuzzy. Then again, I don't really have that many warm or fuzzy interactions with any journalists now that I think about it.
WHY I GOTTA BE SO PRICKLY?!?!
Anyway.
The whole point of that story is this. I'm on this list. You're not. Suck it. #maturereaction
But seriously, thanks for the shout out, Tennis.com. Any list that puts me in the company of K-Fish, Boyfriend Jon, Robbo, and Uncle Jamie is an incredible honor.
Unless it's a hit list. I don't think any of us would want to be on that list. That would be a bad list.
Thanks to my family and friends for sitting by patiently while I rudely interrupted conversations or ignored them in order to send off an unnecessary tweet, laden with innuendo, that made no one laugh but me. Thanks to my parents for raising an awkwardly shy kid who would rather stare at a computer or phone screen than actually go outside and interact with real, live, people. Much love to alcohol. You know what's up. You and me, buddy. And thanks to the tennis twitterverse for putting up with me. Seriously you guys, 48,000 tweets is fucking insane and it had to be annoying. You're the real heroes.
But lastly, thanks to tennis. Somehow this sport we love inspired me to fire off 48,000+ 140-character or less missives over the course of two and a half years. That's love.
