June 28, 2014

Out of Step Again

The world is consumed with World Cup soccer,

as we norteamericanos call it, while I am

consumed by Wimbledon.

Give me a game where you get points quickly.

Lots of them.

A Philistine’s POV, perhaps, but sure beats

watching superb athletes running around for

untold periods of play for nothing. Sometimes

for an end score of nothing to nothing.

Whereas tennis is nonstop action. And points.

Using noooo parts of the body. Balls to

racquets, only.

Sure, there’s the occasional unforgiven crotch

shot.

But there’s no biting.

And certainly no serial biters.

WTF is that?

Tags: We pick our poisons; we pick

measures.