Well well well, another baseball day devoted to satan. You know what, I will just skip it. we lost. Too bad. Whatever.
Meanwhile, at least two Americans know how to play tennis. After Lleyton Hewitt's shellacking, we all figured that Australian cricket, sorry, I mean tennis was dead. And then the 54 ranked guy in the world beats the living daylights out of the number one. Well, all in all, as long as a Williams beats a Williams and a Roddick wins the final over Henman, I'll be happy. I mean wouldn't that be funny? An Englishman losing on his own court?
Well then, Au revoir