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I'm so tired, I can hardly see. Not because Serena Williams wore me out by choking not once, but twice, to add far too much drama to what ought to have been a routine straight-set drubbing. Instead, she couldn't put away 8 match points against serve, in the middle of that she double-faulted to drop the second set, and despite serving for the match twice, both times having been down a break only to reel off 5 straight games to earn match points, both times she fell behind 0-40 and ultimately dropped serve.
I couldn't stop thinking about Mathilde Johansson from Day 1 as I twittered and tweeted all my frustration.
The gritty, slapstick-hitting, side-eye giving Klara Zakopalova, who dismissed Serena in three sets in Marbella a few weeks back, fought like a wounded animal to save 8 of 9 match points on her own serve. It took a forehand error on the 9th for her to finally surrender.
6-3, 7-6(5), 6-4.
Serena responded as photographed above. You can see her girls were about to jump out of their tight, tight cage.
No. I'm not so tired I can hardly see from any of that. I was in the field preparing it for summer crops. We had a light frost last night, so I'm glad I waited until the first week of June to plant or transplant.
Some of you know I'm a farmer. While the tennis players battled it out on the dirt in Paris today, I battled it out on the dirt in Maine.
I didn't see any other matches, so I trust our illustrious readers will supply more comments, post more links to the good stuff, and forgive my absence till tomorrow morning. It's supposed to rain hard around here so I should be glued to tennis all day.
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