Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover

It was blistering hot action tonight, folks, as the big American finally topped the Australian sprite. In other less personal news, Andy Roddick beat Lleyton Hewitt in the tennis match. Ah, it never gets old, does it kids?
What a great day for tennis, both the playing and the spectating. It was a bit sweltering in the afternoon (almost a hunnerd ackshul dergrees)(them there is Fahrenheit dergrees in case all you fancy metric-fied gits was wonderin') as world #1 Roger Federer took on American upstart Robby Ginepri. Ginepri, shucking off his journeyman status just lately, boldly took the first set. The second looked to be heading to a tie break when Federer turned it up a notch, as he is wont to do. He broke in the 12th game to take that set and then spanked Ginepri with a firm hand, both fore and back, in the third. Just as that match ended, a storm ripped through, clapping all round with thunder. Shakespearian. The temp dropped 20 degrees and the humidity disappeared. Just as quickly the skies cleared. Time for round 2. The nightcap had Hewitt and Roddick closely contesting nearly every point, save those 15 or so where Roddick unloaded the cannon serve for aces. Roddick won in two, so baby if Lleyton's the bottom, Andy's the top! (..the Mona Lisa...) Ahhh, I love this sport. I don't smoke, but after that last tangle on Papa Lindner's DecoTurf, I felt like lighting one up. Followed by a banana, of course, in a polite homage to our kind, former Chiquita owning host. His shit used to be bananas, I suppose.