Forty Deuce

Wait, There Were Tournaments Other Than Stanford?

Congrats to the weekend winners, JCF (Umag), Pavs (Istanbul), Nico (Gstaad) and Sam Q (LA).

You are the conquerors of my heart, though not my time and attention.

(Pics: Yahoo!)

Pic This: Day 2

 

Round 1 is done (almost) and 64 players are drowing their sorrows in champs and berries. 

In the grand scheme of things, that doesn't suck.

I just really dig that dress on Dani.  Way to save Adidas, girl.

 

Yeah, you fuck that air, Daveed.  Vamos!

The Architect Of My Discontent.  Like, 15 times over.

Aw, shit.  Game on. 

And by "Game On" I mean, "I'm leaving Wimbledon drunk, poor, and working off my debt owed to Pimmy by doing things that I dare not write on a blog that my parents read."

ArmaDuh 2.0

A really rough day for the Armada, as JCF lost in five to Robbie "Wait, You're American?" Ginepri, and Daveed bounced in straights by DoucheStamp, who makes the fourth round of a Grand Slam for the first time of his 10-year career.  And Fernando was pushed to five sets for four hours by PEHK. 

I mean...JCF and Daveed are out?  OUT??? 

But...WHY???

A-Rod must be ordering a hit at T-Gabs seeing a how his portion of the draw just got ridiculously cake.

Pic This: Day 3

And with that, the first round at RG is in the books.  Mildly uneventful from a seed perspective.  But that's the fun part about actually watching the matches as opposed to score-tracking:  All the little funnies along the way.

"So then this guy named Christian something opens the door and they all go inside..."

Oh don't be coy.  It doesn't suit you.

Do they have Rockette's in the UK?

Watch!

This used to be funny.  It's kinda not anymore.

Oh, Cone.  I miss you.

More after the jump.

Open Up For Dick!

A-Rod survived a weird five-setter over Niemenen.  While his groundies and serve didn't look too rusty, his strategy and tactics clearly were.  The guy hasn't played a clay court match prior to RG and it's clear that he's going to need time to see the court better.  Good news for him: his draw has opened up with Pico surprise loss to a qualifier who has never played an ATP tour event.  Sadz, Pico.

Call me naive (no, really, don't), but I'd be surprised if Andy didn't make it through to the fourth round.  I just don't see anyone in his 1/8th challenging him. 

Then again, it's clay, and as Fed has so generously pointed out, anything can happen.

 

And keep an eye on JCF for reasons other than his general hotness.  With Sam the Tank's loss, JCF, who beat Cuevas 4 3 and 1, has a pretty clear path to the fourth round.  And with a potential quarterfinal against Nole, all I have to say is hmmmm....

And yuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm.

 

Pic This: RG Day 1

It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood.  Walk with me.

Gisela!  It's singles!  Flavi's not there.  Focus!

"So what I'm gonna do is I'm going to hit more to his forehand, like high topspin, and push him back behind the baseline.  Then I'm going hit this shot, have you heard of it?  It's called a forehand drop shot.  Anyway, apparently it works on clay.  I just figured this out.  Yeah, I know, I'm brilliant.  So like I was saying..."

More after the jump.

Sarong? So Wrong.

The Armada did their thing again, posing for wet and shirtless for Spanish Elle. 

What can we conclude?

 
(1) The Armada is hot.

(2) Jeans > Sarongs.  I mean, I know we call him Florence but putting him in a skirt was just wrong.

(3) As much as anyone with a brain hates Abercrombie, we have to thank them for introducing the hip-crack to the world.  Because seriously, it is a glorious thing.

I honestly don't know what to make of this picture.  All I know is that the sarong should not be there.  And I don't even mean that in a "OOH! LET'S LOOK AT NEKKID FER!" way.  It is wet, it is clingy, it is see through, and it is gross.

Even Tommy's pointing and laughing.

It's really the pink flops that elevate this picture from "Daveed contemplates the meaning of life" to "Shit.  What the hell happened last night..." awesomeness.

 

Pic This: Welcome To Clay

You know how in basketball they have designated people whose sole job is to wipe the sweat off the floor during stoppages in play?  Well I think that tennis should have designated people whose sole job is to wipe the clay off the players during stoppages in play.

And I think that designated person should be me.

I can't even look at you right now. 

Oh, Richie.  There's always something to laugh at.

Muzz and Ross hit the clay.

*whispers* Ross knows it's not Wimbledon, right?

Sad that you had to beat Feli to move on, but let's face it, he was rocking some very unfortunate facial hair and deserved to go home.

By the way, lookin' good, kid.  That accidental bouffant suits you.

Maz, You Know Way Too Much About JCF

Tennis TV did an interview with JCF, wherein he answered fan questions.  Our very own Maz got her question picked.  Creeeeeeeeeeepy.

Um, also, JCF is hot.

He's Pretty And He Wins. These Are Good Things.

JCF was en fuego in South America this month, winning back to back tournaments over some pretty stiff competition (heh).  He took out Daveed in three hard-fought sets in Argentina, 5-7, 6-4, 6-3.

He was pretty excited about it. 

Either that or he just saw an advanced copy of the Shakira video.

More JCF pic spam.  It's cheaper than a site redesign:

 

 

 

I like very much the things that are going on in these pictures.