Howdy y'all! Happy Martin Luther King Day.
How about a quick... Thing #1 and Thing #1!
1. The Australian Open started today.
Well, technically it started on Monday, Australia time, which is really Sunday our time.
| We always laugh at their logo. Nobody, not even Rafa, can strike that pose. That shaded man is very bendy. |
And that's why the Australian Open is so brilliant... you can see the future. 15 hours ahead. And it looks like this:
| The future looks bright. And clean. And apparently designed by a twelve-year-old. |
Amazing what we can do with 15 hours!
Rafa will be going for his fourth consecutive grand slam title, a feat that hasn't been accomplished... since... dinosaurs walked the planet. You can take my knowledge of tennis facts to the bank!... of the East River and throw it in.
| Rafa. He's comin' to getcha! |
Some people are all caught up in saying, "Well, technically it's not a Grand Slam since the wins are not all in the same calendar year... but we'll just call it a Rafa Slam... but don't anyone think it's a Grand Slam."
I respond to these people by throwing bran muffins at their heads. When I hear "Rafa Slam", I picture this:
| The Rafa Slam. I'm hungry! |
By the way, Rafa doesn't care what anyone calls it. He lets the talking heads talk their heads off while he goes out and dominates the world of tennis.
So yeah, probably most of my posts will go from Revision-centered to Rafa-centered. And if this surprises you, you are probably a very new reader to the blog. Welcome! Don't be scared.
2. It's Sam's birthday today.
This morning, the kids came into our bedroom and as usual demanded their breakfast rightnowican'twaiti'mdyingofstarvation. Sam didn't budge. For, like, 15 minutes. I was like, "Hello? What's going on here?"
That was my first clue he was feeling a little entitled.
So, let us all raise a pop tart, and toast my main squeeze. (Not Rafa). Happy Birthday Sam! May your days be filled with happiness, and your donuts be filled with jelly!So, anyone else going to be watching the Aussie Open?
