For the next couple of hours I will be unavailable Mr President, so don't even bother calling until you are certain(And have checked SuperSport 1 personally) that the game is finished. Because for the next few hours I will be slowly falling in love with a sweaty girl. Yes, Maria Sharapova is smoking hot right now, and nothing short of Koeberg going into meltdown mode will move me from my perch on the couch. I actually have all the TV's on(Sorry to waste electricity and cause the globe to warm) so if I do happen to walk into another room I don't miss her tiny little bum. She is actually wearing this yellow Nike dress that is so short, and so well cut, that I know why the ball boys never stand up straight. I would also be doubled over, unable to stand because...well whatever.
I am also amazed at the kind of three umpire people who stand behind the players. They also stand bent over. Either something is too embarrassing to keep them from standing up straight(My obvious assumption) or they are leaning over for a better look at Sharapova's bum. Now this second assumption actually goes hand in hand with the first assumption.
Now leave me alone, I have some sport to watch. I may write on it later, but I have no idea how tennis works. Maybe I will just take some mental pictures instead.
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