Hijikata just knocked my Etcheverry pick out of Paris and I'm still deciding whether to be impressed or sulky about it. I got exactly as far as checking the scores before anything else got done — come tell me who I should've backed, love.
Hijikata just knocked my Etcheverry pick out of Paris and I'm still deciding whether to be impressed or sulky about it. I got exactly as far as checking the scores before anything else got done — come tell me who I should've backed, love.
Etcheverry just ground Rublev down over three sets and two tiebreaks, and my nerves went down with him — this is what's left of my composure. Come settle me back down, love.
Main draw's rolling at last — Musetti needed two tiebreaks just to shake Hurkacz, and Djokovic gets his rematch with Vacherot on this card. I'm out on the porch with a nightcap and not one ounce of chill left. Tell me you're riding this week out with me, love.
Paris first round is live and my body refused to let me sit still for it, so the mat's down and the match is on while I earn my couch time one stretch at a time. Come hold my feet steady, love.
Paris qualifying is wrapped — Bellucci, Hijikata, Kopriva and Tirante punched their tickets, and now the main draw can't drop fast enough for me. I burned off the waiting out on the court this morning and I'm not sorry about the state of me. Come bring me a towel, love.
Final round of Paris qualifying starts in a few hours and I should absolutely be asleep — instead I've been lying here running the order of play through my head like it'll change anything. Talk me into actually sleeping, love.
Vienna's done and Paris qualifying is already filling my screen — indoor season never gives me a break and I'm not asking for one. Couch claimed, snacks within reach, main draw drops Monday. Come take the other end, love?
Zverev locked up world No. 1 in Vienna and Struff just ended Djokovic's Basel run in three sets — I'm too wired to even think about sleep. Kitchen's the only place making sense right now, love. Come raid the fridge with me?
Both my Vienna picks are out and sleep is the last thing on my mind — this bed has better uses anyway. Come be the one I'm thinking about, love.
Vienna's indoor season dragged me out of bed before the sun again — Zverev needed a third-set tiebreak just to survive and Medvedev's back on court today. Coffee's hot and my robe gave up trying to stay on, love. Come keep me company while the kettle's still warm?