For once I agree with my commentators.

[clo_again]

All four of them are sitting around, mocking Hrbaty's shirt. One of them pointed out he can't have a girlfriend because you wouldn't let someone you love go out looking like that. Apparently Agassi commented that he should hang it in the girl's locker room. I love the light-hearted, semi-snarky mocking that goes on in tennis.

And it truly is an awful shirt. ^__^


edit: OMG they just played a little montage of Roger to a proper rock-cross-heavy-metal song. It was so cool. Now I just need to find out which song it was. *sighs and head for Google*

edit: Dammit I hate not being able to find a song. -_-

edit: I hate it even more when I think I might have found it but I can't check because the damn band website isn't working. -_-

edit: *sighs* Okay, I think it might've been 'Are You With Me' by Color but the one review I found wasn't lying when they said the album has sunk without trace. I can't even find the lyrics to make sure it's the right song.

Stupid internet.

edit: Hah! Brainwave! Am going to email Sky Sports and ask them. Because it was their damn video, they'll know which song it is.

Comments

[astonish.livejournal.com]

They had a whole montage about it on my coverage. And they keep talking about how he made a ballboy rub suntan lotion into the little circles so he wouldn't get sunburnt. I think it's making my commentators hysterical. Patrick McEnroe can't stop talking about it.

[clo.livejournal.com]

Well at least we know how to get air time as a tennis player - wear really weird clothes. :) My commentators mentioned the suntan lotion too; they said the crowd were laughing. It's making mine hysterical too. I've never heard them talk about a player's outfit so much. Part of me wants Lleyton to get annoyed, just to see if he'd say something about it too... but I shouldn't wish for fights on court. Really, I shouldn't. :)

[ebay-pierre.livejournal.com]

clllooooooooo!!!! You forgot the bells, and I was just looking forward to them!

I love googling lyrics. I googled 'my humps' and discovered that it was by the Black Eyed Peas and not by some trashy rap group like I initially suspected. Google lyrics = MAGIC!

[clo.livejournal.com]

*grins* I think I've run out of bells. After Bow, the rhyme changes to "Hear comes the candle to light you to bed, here comes the chopper to chop off your head." Because British children are truly bloodthirsty little horrors. ;-)

Usually I love it too, because it nearly always works but I can't find a trace of this song. I'm just hoping Sky Sports email me back, because I really want to know which song it was. :)

[astonish.livejournal.com]

Go read this. When I read "Did Federer abduct his rival's Mojo?" I nearly died. Of course Federer did, but only to tie him to the bed and ravish him. :D

[clo.livejournal.com]

...Oh my god.

I think I just nearly died too. Oh my *god*, do they even know what these things sound like when they write them?

Oh that spawns some lovely plotbunnies that I have no time to write. The idea of Roger tying anyone to a bed and ravishing them as much as him abducting Mojo. Wow. Mmmmmmmm.

... And it's very tempting to write a drabble of Roger abducting Mojo to ravish him and submit it as an entry to the competition. So very tempting. Must. Resist. Dammit.

[astonish.livejournal.com]

I know, I could never submit anything because it would just be all kinds of slashy. It would be fun if they somehow managed to coax Roger into being in Andy's commerical though. And only further proof that they are secretly in love.

I keep thinking about Roger kidnapping Mojo for his own nefarious purposes. I may have to write it just to get it out of my head.

[clo.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I wonder if we're blinded by our love of slash. Then I remember how fun it is and the ass pats and think nah. ;-) I'm not sure I'd survive Roger being in Andy's commercial. I'd forget to breathe while watching it. We can never have too much proof. Especially if it involves ass pats and slashy, screencappable commercials. :D

*sticks on her devil horns and leans over your shoulder* Write it... you know you want to... Really really want to. :D