on tennis and famous players
Written on Tuesday, 28 of August, 2007 at 3:52 am
I have always been a frustrated athlete. When I was a kid, I remember wishing I could run around the football field without looking lame. I am not athletic at all.
As a teenager, I never missed a single tennis tournament. I would drool over Patrick Rafter, Nicolas Lapentti and James Blake. Even if some of them do not win a single title, or retire after two matches with sissy shoulder injuries, the flexed biceps are good enough for me. I would look at Marat Safin and Juan Carlos Ferrero and think maybe I should try learning to play so I could hang around the clay court instead of simply lying on the sagging couch.
Then I saw Kim Clijsters humungous thighs. My god. I could kill a trucker with that pair. Imagine if she ended up with Leyton Hewitt and had a kid. Bec Cartwright can do cartwheels in her forearms.
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