|No, not this one…|
|May I present to you, Exhibit A.|
I’m always amazed by how the more things change, the more they stay the same.
As is my wont at this time of year, I have been avidly watching the Australian Open on television over the last couple of weeks. Nothing says January to me like days/nights in front of the television enjoying the satisfying THWACK of a fluoro yellow tennis ball, belted with pinpoint accuracy around the court. The brilliance of the tennis more than makes up for the lack of sleep that occurs. And when I do actually get to sleep it is only in my dreams that I can rip a backhand winner crosscourt with the ferocity that they do!
Last night was the women’s final between Victoria Azarenka and Li Na. Like many seasoned tennis fans, I was looking forward to a tough but entertaining match yet resigned to the fact that I’d have to listen to the annoying shriek of Azarenka every time she made a shot. My Twitter feed was full of it:
azarenka sounds like the local hoon’s wrx turbo between gears #ausopen
— Mick Champion (@champoz) January 26, 2013
There really should be a rule about long grunts lasting until the opponent plays the ball! #ausopen
— Kirsty Wilson(@kirsty_wilson) January 26, 2013
#Azarenka needs one of those barking collars attached, every time she grunts she gets an almighty zap. That’ll fix it!
— Jacky Kirby (@JackyKirby) January 26, 2013
Either fireworks have started or Azarenka’s scream has gotten really out of hand. Either way dogs are upset #ausopen #melbourne
— julie boyd (@jboyded) January 26, 2013
And they were just some of the polite ones. There were plenty of others that weren’t. Especially the ones casting aspersions over Azarenka’s sex life. *cough*
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