Serena Out; Maid Marion In

Well, as oddman stated, I woke up today to find that the twilight zone is indeed real.

I'd like to write a long string of cuss words but I'll show some decorum. For now. Decorum is certainly not my strong suit, but I might not be able to stop the vulgarity once I start it, so I'm just going to think it instead of write it.

Ugh.

Serena Williams was in pain. Her inflamed knees were taped with Kinesio tape in such a way as to unload the patello-femoral joint and the patello tendon on her left knee. Whenever she contracted her quad muscles her knees were in pain. Thus the double faults. Perhaps she ought not have taken the court in the first place. Perhaps she's feeling the pressure of those who say she isn't committed and she's forging ahead to play before her body is ready. Spirit willing; flesh weak.

She's withdrawn from the Championships to be replaced by Marion Bartoli, who's first match will be against Justine Henin.

Ugh.

Here's the thing. Marion goes into this match cold. Justine, hot. What exactly is on the line for Justine except, perhaps, her ego? She'll win and everyone will proclaim Marion's upset of Justine at Wimbledon a fluke. It wasn't, no matter what the scoreline is tomorrow.

I'd have liked to have seen a rematch between the two in the quarterfinals or semifinals of, say, a Slam. But alas, we get it in Madrid later today.

Ugh.

Did I mention I was in a pissy mood? Maybe I need to fly down to the Cayman Islands and see karen. Oh, how I wish I could.

At least Andy Roddick, despite all the speculation that he would withdraw from the Masters Cup to practice for Davis Cup, got his ass to Shanghai and is apparently ready to play. He better actually play. His draw is such that he can make the semifinals once again.



More on that in another post.

I'm still tired. Perhaps I'll watch Madrid later; perhaps not. I just can't seem to get excited about tennis between certifiable headcases and a blatant cheater.

Ugh.