*wibbles*

[clo_again]

WHY AM I NERVOUS? I LIKE BOTH OF THEM!!

I CANNOT STOP TALKING IN CAPSLOCK.


AAAAAHHHHHHHH.



edit: And... and I'm totally on Andy's side. God. This is a half-forgotten experience for me in a match with Roger in it; it usually only happens at Wimbledon.

Roger, if you aren't nice to him or if you win in straight sets or do anything in any way to derail Andy's newfound confidence -- I don't care if the point of the match is to win -- I will totally steal all your clothes from your suitcase and replace them with a pink tutu. Or, you know. Get my Mardy muse to do it.

So, you've been warned. My wrath will be great and terrible. Be *nice*.

....TERRIBLE WRATH. Yes.

edit: It doesn't help when you serve double faults Andy. My little free tip there. IT REALLY DOESN'T.

EDIT: BUT BREAKING BACK DOES! Awesome. :D

Yeah. Cutting this now.

edit: So it's hard to tell with my fuzzy mini-picture but... is Roger kind of, I don't know... on edge? Because he's missed a few easy shots and a double fault and...

The stuff good fic is made of. ^_^ Awesome.

Mmmmm. I love these two playing each other. They could play each other every week and I'd never get bored. Except when Andy hands Roger some easy points; stupid boy! Quit that.

edit: ANDY. Stupid, stupid boy. Stop letting Roger push you around. I don't care if you have to hit him with your racquet to break here, just *do it*.

Please.

edit: Oh jesus. If he loses the second set too, I don't know if I can keep watching. Andy I swear, I'll write you all the fic in the world if you win this set. THINK. FASTER.

EDIT: Andy. I will personally hit you with your own fucking racquet if you beat yourself in your own head. I swear to whatever fucking deity you want. YOU. BEAT. HIM. A few weeks ago remember? No matter what I might've suggested in the past, Roger is not the Jabberwocky, the devil or unbeatable. START. THINKING. CLEARLY.

EDIT: So maybe I couldn't watch them every week. :-/ I'd end up hating Roger and I don't,I like Roger but at this moment in time I really don't.

But then, I'm none too pleased with Andy either. It's like Roger has the remote control for him and, at the end of the first set, just pressed the slow-motion button. Right now I'm willing Roger to fall over his own shoelaces if it'll remind Andy that's he's only human.

edit: -_- Tutu, Roger. Except, I think we're past that and I might let Andy tie you to the net post for everyone to find you in the morning. Naked.

edit: "..."

That's all I have to say at this moment in time.

edit: "If this match were being played on water, right now Roddick would be drowning and Federer would be walking on it."

Sitting through every second of this match is painful but that, that is possibly the prettiest thing I have ever heard a commentator say.

edit: :-/ It's Andy from last year all over again. Roger is playing beautifully but Andy's letting him. Andy's held match point in a big match before, he beat him at Kooyong. He can do this and, when he believes that, we get a match. But then, what do you do to make yourself believe you can beat someone? There are people out there who write better than me. I am utterly convinced of that. On a good day I might brush the outer edges of their talent but put me in the writing equivalent of a match with them and I know I would lose. But would I lose because I 'know' that or simply because they're that much better? I'd say the latter but then, maybe that's what Andy's saying about Roger now. And I'm sitting here thinking "Oh Andy, you might've beaten him, or at least won some games if you hadn't started to believe you'd lose."

So, I don't know. Maybe we need to hypnotise Andy into believing Roger is Mardy or Marat or Lleyton.

Or, hypnotise Roger into thinking he's a duck or something. And even then he'd probably hit winners with his bloody beak.

edit: *deep breath* Well. That's that then.

On the one hand, it's flattering that he nearly always seems to bring his A-game for Andy. On the other, it's very, very, very, very, very, very heartbreaking.

So. I guess the only question now is whether or not I go back to bed for an hour.