Hullo, Wimbledon!
I don’t think I could really say more than that. What a happy fortnight this will be for me and not just because it’s the only time of the year I get to use the word “fortnight.” Yes, now I’ll be focusing on the Brits for two weeks. Lookout, Brits! I already know your language. Kind of. And I know where you live! The UK.
Anyway, it’s 8am in New York, 1pm in London, time for the very first match, so let’s get into the spirit, shall we? Except YouTube kept sticking blue blotches through this and so I had to host it myself. If you don’t have Quicktime, alas. That’s British for “alas.” Rather.
[quicktime width=”320″ height=”260″]http://www.magicjewball.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/Wimbledon.mp4[/quicktime]
8:05am, latebreaking update: rain delay. I’m shocked, just shocked.
Oh, I just love Wimbledon. It’s where I learned, early on, my love for Andre Agassi. In honor of it’s impending arrival, I went and played tennis for the second time in my life, last week. I know the rules, but I suck at playing.
I’ve only played tennis once in my life too. Now you’re ahead of me.
Go Federererer!
My English friend Paul once tried to convince me that all the Brits call it “Wimby.” Thankfully, I didn’t fall for it.