Long Night

I found myself watching the Australian Open this morning.

Watching televised tennis - for me - is a sure sign that I am bored at work. At work, because if I'm bored at home, I'll read, play games, or - if nothing else - stretch out and nap. Unfortunately, sleep is but one activity that is frowned upon while at the workpace. But I usually have the same opinion of tennis that I have of golf and many other sports. If I'm not there, I don't care. If I could have gotten gallery tickets to Prairie Dunes in the past few years, I would have happily walked the course and watched golf. But don't ask me to watch it for too long on television. Same with baseball. If I could get Rockies tickets to Coors Field, I'd be driving to Denver a lot more often. Hell, if I could get seats at Kauffman, I'd be watching the Royals get beat every chance I could; but please don't make me sit through Joe Buck calling another Cards game. Hell, please don't make me sit through Joe Buck calling anything. Even listening to Madden at his worst moments of self-parody is better than listening to Joe Buck's inanity.

But the Aussie Open. It was great. Andy Roddick was taking on Michael; and Roddick hit a perfect smash setup. Berrer steps up to the net, hefts his racket, sizes up the shot, leans back...
and flubs it into the net. It looked like something I had hit -- and there's a reason I haven't picked up a racket in 10+ years. Gave the courtside reporter a case of the giggles that lasted the rest of the set.