So the 2010 Australian Open, the first grand slam tournament of the decade, starts Sunday! This completely snuck up on me, because I was expecting another couple of weeks before intense tennis.
Last night I watched part of one of the msot disappointing matches of my long career of watching tennis, the 2005 men's final. Leyton Hewitt was at his hottest, long hair, buff arms with a sleeveless shirt and a shaggy soul patch on his usually scraggly chin. It was his one chance to be a hero at home.
I was hoping it would turn out different this time.
But I could see Marat Safin was still going to win.
So I turned it off and went to sleep.