I have been hooked on the coverage since last week. Chris McKendry, the Host, has done a great job & has not worn the same outfit twice! She actually said that. The 1st week temps were 103 degrees plus. This week the temps are in the 60's & 70's. How do you pack for weather like that?
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It's almost 9PM. Gotta get to bed for the 3AM wake up call...
Rafa dominated Federer in straight sets, 6-3-3. Federer was simply outplayed. I t was sorta embarrassing for Roger.
If ANYONE out there gives a hoot PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE tell Pea. Then maybe he'll stop giving me a shot by shot summary of the 12 hour play when I get home from work. Somebody stop the guy!
Using my sleuthing skills I have uncovered Pea's wild obsession to tennis, or to be more precise, his fixation with men in tighty whities.
Remember when young Greald P. talked the ever so trusting Michael P ( hmm never saw that P connection before) into placing his melon sized 14" diameter cranium between the 8" hairpin fence separating the Litts and our yard? Quite the memory for this young observer. I vividly remember the scene.
Young GP runs in and tells Mother,
"Mom, Michael's head is stuck in the fence !"
Mother, "What the heck was he doing that for?"
Pea, "He wanted to see what a force fed cow felt like."
At the very same time, the 2 young Doctors Litt were exiting their back door, nattily attired in their tennis whites with their sweaters ever so neatly tied about their 13" necks. Being the Central High studious grads they were they quickly assessed the gravity of the situation.
"Oh no Irv, the young micks have gotten themselves in ANOTHER precarious predicament!"
"You're ever so right Eli! Oh what shall we do?"
Meanwhile young Michael is crying his eyes out. Yes, the kid who tormented his cute little brother. Who wrote dirty words on the bathroom steamed walls, who added Tastykakes to the bill at Mr. K's, who gifted his sweet mother a Christmas basketball purchased with cash swindled from his paper route ( I could go on and on and on here but I won't) was reduced to a blubbering, captured, duped little brother himself. Oh the sweet justice I felt while watching from the safety of Killer Litt's basement upholstery shop.
Springing into Super Hero action the two Litt boys each grabbed a metal post and pulled with all the might their skinny little tennis playing arms had.
Free at last! Free at last! The melon boy popped his head out and with tears now subsided, young Michael whispered, "Thank you Irv and Eli".
Riding into the sunset young Irv and Eli said, "Just doing our duty young melon headed mick". Pea was heard mumbling, "Wow! I wanna be a tennis player when I grow up"
Every word is true my friends, I WAS THERE.
Tshirtim
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