In case I haven’t said it before, I love Samantha Jane Stosur.
She makes me happy, and makes tennis watching worthwhile.
And she chopped off Justine Henin’s head today, full of blood and guts and gore.
There were those who said Justine was the queen of clay, the ruler of Roland Garros, the leading lady, the future of the French Open, the cliche of the cup.
But Sam had SF points to defend, so she wasn’t going down easy.
It’s attitude and composure time, she sez, it’s time for me to show the universe how awesome I am. Because awesomeness is her middle name.
I didn’t watch the match, but she made me happy.
Next stop, Serena.
Laundry List for Sam:
– Kill Serena. Slaughter her with blood and guts and gore, and bundle her out of the tournament, just like the tennis writers always say.
– Defend your SF points. Shouldn’t be too hard. Dani or JJ. You can DO it.
– Cakewalk it through the final. Get your first grand slam.
– Make it to the top 5.
– Dominate the universe.
Love my girl.