I am no big fan of tennis. But watching the just-concluded Australian Open, I couldn't help but marvel at those men. What power they have!
I liked especially the battle between Hewitt and Nalbandian. It should've been better ended with a flip of a coin, I guess, if it was only about to have a winner.
The final was nice, though not particularly heart-wrecking (unless, of course, I were an Australian). Hewitt lost in the end. To the young, big, tall Safin. Just browsed about him, he's a Tartar. No wonder he doesn't look "white Russian" (my idea of white Russian is someone like Putin).
But it's funny how they use 'love' to say 'zero'. Only in tennis does love mean nothing.
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