Well its once thing to hang up your sunhat (yes, I did purchase an Australian Open branded sunhat on one emergency sunny afternoon) and say, tata to a summer of tennis, it’s time to reset our body clocks and watch random overseas tournaments on livestream with Portuogese commentary. I mean, I will most certainly be falling into that category in a week or so.
But for now, we’re Aussie girls, and we don’t get tennis very often. (Watch us count the days to Davis Cup against – that’s right – Taiwan – in March.) So we’re going to milk this a little while longer, with a few more recaps and photos from the summer of tennis.
It doesn’t feel like only three short weeks since the girlies and I loaded up on sunscreen, confirmed our (MY!) credit card details on Ticketmaster and packed our everpresent “tennis bags” for what promised to be an awe-inspiring summer of tennis.
Here are some of our favourite moments from what has been an incredible whirlwind, of train rides and ticket “appropriation” and umpire chasing and sunburn and phone-charging in RLA concourse and toilet queues and big screen cheering and Aussie Aussie Aussie and hot Spaniards and live bands and IBM Slamtracker and EPIC EPIC TENNIS.
It started out with Hit for Haiti, where we remembered just why we love this sport, even if we only get it once a year. It was described so perfectly by one of the tennis writers I read avidly but who’s name I can’t recall, who reminded me it serves those tennis geeks among us who just love to remember that these people actually have, you know, personalities. And stuff.
The teams squaring off on each other...
Kimmy & Andy
So we had Kimmy and Andy sizing up Rafa, Novak, Serena and… who’s that in the yellow? Why it’s L L Lleyton… Awkward, anyone?
It has been uttered, perhaps blasphemously, that Hit for Haiti was probably the best part of the whole two weeks. I’m inclined to agree. Here’s hoping they do the same every year.
What else happened during the week?
– We nearly melted from the rain, and we got to know Little Bernie just a wee bit better….
We became riveted by the racquet stringers in the middle of garden square
And watched “our Jelena” crack it, despite being surrounded by a Stadium full of Love (true story).
On Day 2 the sun was shining, so we abandoned our post in the RLA concourse and went out to find adventures. Which we did. For example, one particularly hot, Spanish adventure on Court 16, who proceeded to sign LP’s tennis ball binoculars, my AO program, and essentially our hearts for good.
And our favourite celebrity on the circuit….. FETTE TONI!!
Some of his mates joined him too.
We watched the Magician’s Swan Song…
Caught up with Target-wearing Casey
Sang “we just had a barbecue noweh, noweh” and other assorted Greek favourites with Marco
Located our favourite umpire…
And watched Soda Water get bitten by of all things, a Granola Bar!! Happiness and Joy!
Found some hunky Spaniards on Court Fourteen, always a favourite location:
And most importantly, harnessed the power of DAVAI MIKHAIL to prevail over intense fifth set cramps.
To be continued