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Watching Gonzo vs Blake and the commentators are complaining about how badly the tennis side of the Olympics has been organised. Schedules not available until after midnight, players with no idea what's going on, no programmes...

Somehow, in four years when it's Wimbledon running the show? I don't think there'll be any problems.

Though, wow. Four years. How many of our guys will still be playing then? :( Though it's funny to think, the Olympics marks the fourth wait that was some terrible maths fifth year of me watching tennis, yet the landscape is essentially the same. We've lost a few people along the way, Roger's in a slump and Andy is, well, Andy is still almost-losing to the weirdest people (Schwank Andy? Seriously? What, were you too busy laughing at his name to play?). I guess Djokovic has appeared from off the radar. And Andy Murray is actually looking like a top five player and not just the British press' whipping boy for the next ten years. So, stuff has changed. A bit. And I know that they don't speak Swiss in Switzerland now, which is a step up.

Mmmm. Where will tennis be in four years. Interesting.

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On another note entirely, my dad just got back from South Africa and he's bought me Witchdoctor Bones. With actual bones. They're the coolest thing ever. *glees*

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Djokovic, you know how I like you now? I will like you less again if you lose this match.

Regarding another Fairly Important tennis match that's on right now, this is the first time ever that I've been actively cheering for the Bryans to lose. It's on odd feeling because I like the Bryans, I really do. I just love Roger a lot more.

Which is probably why I now have a list of Possibly Cruel But Inventive Ways to Stop Nadal Winning A Medal. So far it includes putting butter on the bottom of his shoes, itching powder in his shorts, cutting the elastic in his socks so he is constantly annoyed by them falling down and attaching powerful magnets to his water bottles so I can sit at the side of the court and move them out of line from a distance. Oh and hiring all the horse riders who're bitter about not winning anything and getting them to stampede through Nadal's side of the court during important points. Possibly yelling "RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!" just for added hilarity.

And you think I am joking. Hah.

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The nickname the father has settled on for Djokovic is 'Ostrich'. My newfound liking of him wasn't enough to stop me laughing rather too much.

edit: I am so happy for Roger right now. It's not a singles medal but it'll be a medal and that's still awesome beyond words, far, far better than no medal at all. Oh Roger. Let this be the thing that carries you into the US Open because if you win an Olympic medal and a Grand Slam, I hardly think anyone could call this year a failure. And it might bring back the old Roger of beautiful tennis, who really hasn't been around in far too long.