Report from Queens
A new, wealthier and more attractive demographic on our ever-faithful number 7 train can mean only one thing to Sunnysiders: it's U.S. Open time. The so-called "Ugly Train" has gotten itself prettified by preppy white folk out to get entertained by more preppy white folk. Quick to name the handful of players-of-color playing in Arthur Ashe stadium, thereby proving that tennis is no white sport, country clubbers make their annual pilgrimage to Flushing Meadows, taking up the seats usually reserved for Queens residents coming home from the daily grind. Even so, the competition among the elite is oddly compelling, as our fair borough wonders what did, in fact, happen to Andy's mojo. His birthday failings leave him in his metaphorical birthday suit in front of the crowd, and it's almost possible to feel sorry for the preppy prick. Almost.
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posted by Dan G @ 12:30 PM
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6 Comments:
Andy Roddick has actually always struck me as a fairly decent guy. Rich as hell, yes, but always humble in both victory and defeat. And then there's that 150 mph serve of his. I would have liked to see him go further in the tourney.
He's young, rich, gifted, and good-looking. I'll hate him if I want to.
Roddick is all about his serve. He's got no game beyond that. But I do enjoy watching that young man play, so I too wish he was still in it. Do you think maybe he needs some comforting? Cuz, you know, I could do that.
Sounds like a great idea. He's probably staying at the Plaza Hotel. Give him a call.
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet!
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Every Specimen!
Tall, blonde, dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean
Roddick? Not many people can claim to have two euphamisms for penis in their last name. That's impressive.
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