Hollow rubber ball addiction

My name is RedundantK and it has been 24 hrs since my last tennis fix.

So,,,,,,I’m a little lost.  The Australian Open has finished.  I am not a sports fan, however I love my tennis.  I wouldn’t watch 5 minutes of any other sport for the whole year, I dont do AFL or Soccer (yes, it’s called soccer), I don’t even do The Olympic or Commonwealth Games, but tennis, yeah, I’ve got a problem.  I was even more lost when during the men’s final, Miserable Moooray and The Joker, at one set each, the tv channel, the only way to watch, dropped off air due to the local tower being struck by lightning and the backup power supply failing.  I went into panic,,,,watching the score on the net just wasn’t the same, feverishly Googling, I found you could watch live via a website.  Thank goodness even during the severe storm we had, I still had a stable internet connection.  Times like this I am grateful for not being a tightarse and securing a high speed connection and have good equipment.

I used to play a lot of tennis, socially, as I like the outfits, and TBH, I looked pretty decent in them too  😀  But a few years back when I was sick, I had to give it up and never got back into it.  This year I will, a great excuse to buy new fluro tennis shoes  😀  I loved the Nike outfits this year, another reason why the Aussie Open Grand Slam is worth watching, they wear the cool stuff, unlike on the hallowed ground of Wimbledon.  I’m a Rog fan, not a freak arm butt picking Rafa fan, I’m amazed by the strength of the Williams sisters and I’ve even warmed to Azarenka and her quivering squeal.

I have been to The Australian Open several times with my sister, what could be better, a girlie week in Melbourne combined with tennis?  YES PLEASE!  We would always spend equal time watching the greats, yes, I’m talking Rog, and watching the punters.  We discovered this young gent who would wear his homemade Venus shirt, and VERY proudly display his love for her during game play, then as soon as Serena would come on, quickly whip off his Venus shirt for a Serena shirt and equally solidly display his devotion.   There was the bread chewing guy, each day he would appear with a bag filled with his carby delights, and munch on them for the entire day with no noticeable break.  There was the frizzy haired blonde lady who must’ve had a seat in an area she wasn’t too fond of and spent the entire match sitting in any available seat closer to the ground and spent the entire change of ends being shunted along.  There was Mr “I have a hat for every country playing”, changing them out before every match.  There were also the tourists who were fucking clueless on the game and had to chat all the way through and ask ridiculous questions and banter total garbage throughout game play.   There was a desperate middle aged lady who declared to be “Rafas #1 fan”, more like crazed fucking stalker, call the cops Rafa!  There is always Federer’s dad, wandering through GA, it was always a tick off the “things to see” list.  So many extras to look at on top of such thrilling high quality matches, it was EXHAUSTING.

Melbourne Park is a credit to Melbourne and Australia, it is a fantastic venue, run extremely well, they sell decent food (don’t queue for the poofyjesus’ though, not worth it) and decent booze, there is never any drama and they are super-efficient at getting patrons in and out swiftly.  I think I may have to go again next year!

There was talk just recently about the monetary gap and inequalities between the haves and have not’s in tennis.  The fact that there are several of the Forbes rich list being from the playing and winning of tennis.  Blah, blah, blahing about the fact that they earn huge salaries where teams sports and regional tennis, not so much,,,,are you kidding me?  If I had to exert myself for up to 5 hours at 100% in over 40 degree heat with zero assistance from anyone else, I would want a huge pay cheque too!

Anyway, here I sit, after two weeks of all day and night tennis watching from home this year, I am at a loss as it is now all over.  I believe it is 15 weeks and 5 days until my next grand slam fix.   I guess some work may get done around the house now, and my couch may reset its shape after having my fat arse planted on it for so long.  Anyway, I can’t relive the glory and watch re runs,,,,our power is out due to storm activity.   I’ll just sit here in the dark and deal with my addiction,,,,eating cheese.

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