Alright, let’s talk about this tennis match, you know, the one with Wawrinka and that other fella, Kotov. I saw it on the TV, the one in the living room, the big one. Took me a while to figure out how to turn it on, them buttons all look the same, you know?
So, this Wawrinka fella, he’s old, like me! But he can still swing that racket, I tell ya. He was fightin’ hard, real hard. Like when you try to get that last piece of chicken at Sunday dinner. But that Kotov fella, he was tough too. Young, probably eats his vegetables, unlike my grandkids.
The match, it was long, real long. Over three hours they say. Three hours! That’s longer than it takes me to cook a whole pot of stew. And those boys, they were runnin’ and hittin’ that ball back and forth. Made me tired just watchin’ them.
- First set, nobody could break the serve. That means they kept winnin’ their own games, I think. Like when you keep findin’ money in your old coat pockets. A little win every time.
- Then, Kotov, he won two sets. Wawrinka, he looked tired, like he needed a good nap. I know how he feels. My bones ache just thinkin’ about runnin’ around like that.
- But Wawrinka, he ain’t no quitter. He came back and won a set. That made the crowd happy, I guess. They were clappin’ and yellin’. Sounded like the chickens when I throw them some corn.
- Then, the fourth set, it was close. Real close. Like when you’re tryin’ to thread a needle and your eyes ain’t what they used to be. But Kotov, he won it in the end. Tough luck for Wawrinka, but he put up a good fight, that old fella. Reminds me of my Billy, God rest his soul, always stubborn till the very end.
They say this match was at Roland-Garros. Sounds fancy, like a place where rich folks go. I bet they have good food there, not like my canned peaches. But I like my peaches, they’re sweet and easy to chew.
People were talkin’ about predictions and head-to-head stats. I don’t know nothin’ about that. I just watch the ball go back and forth. If it goes over the net, it’s good. If it doesn’t, it’s bad. Simple as that. Like plantin’ potatoes, you put ‘em in the ground, they grow. You don’t need no fancy numbers to tell you that.
They also talk about ATP and all that. Sounds like a bunch of letters to me. Like when the doctor gives you a prescription and you can’t read his writin’. All I know is, those boys were hittin’ that ball hard. Made a good show for us old folks sittin’ at home.
And that Dimitrov fella, they mentioned him too. Good for him, bein’ a tennis star. But does he have kids? That’s what I wanna know. Kids are a blessin’, even when they’re stealin’ cookies from the jar. This article also mentions some Romanian millionaire, but who cares about him? Millionaire or not, everyone is equal in the eyes of God. Just like my old man used to say, money can’t buy you happiness. And that millionaire has a daughter with a woman named Madalina, good for them. More mouths to feed, more love to share.
So yeah, that’s what I think about that Wawrinka versus Kotov match. It was long, it was tough, and that old fella Wawrinka, he tried his best. Can’t ask for more than that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go check on my stew. Don’t want it to burn, you know. Burned food is bad luck, like walkin’ under a ladder.
Tags: [Wawrinka, Kotov, Roland-Garros, Tennis, ATP, Match Recap, Dimitrov]
