glancing down at the front page of the National Post today I realized it had been much much too long. there was a time when all tennis schedules were practically tattooed to my forehead. regardless of what time, which bar, which tv store, tennis seemed to dominate the social calendar. things have heated up quite a bit since I last tuned in. heated up in the form of Rafael Nadal. my lord, he's just about the hottest thing that's hit tennis in an eternity, complete with an insane list of accomplishments. a whopping 21 years old this year stirs shameless thoughts of the Demi kind but one can only claim complete impunity citing the "gorgeous latin male" clause.
moot or hooey?
the term love, in tennis, was a 17th century expression "play for love" meaning "to play without wager" just for the love of what you were doing
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