Alright, alright, let’s talk about this tennis match, Brandon what’s-his-name and Ugo Humbug, or whatever. Sounds fancy, don’t it? Like them fellas with the big rackets and short pants.
So, they gonna play this Japan Open thingy, second round, on Friday, September 27th. Now, I don’t know much about Japan, but I reckon they got tennis courts there too. Heard tell Brandon, he’s American, like them cowboys, ya know? He was playin’ with another American fella before, but I ain’t catch his name. Too many names, hard to keep track.
These tennis fellas, they smack that little yellow ball hard. Back and forth, back and forth. Reminds me of them chickens peckin’ at corn, only faster. And they got this indoor tennis, fancy stuff. No sun, no wind, just them and the ball. Brandon, he’s gonna have a tough time with Ugo, I hear. Seems Ugo, he’s a tough cookie.
- First round, they say. Paris Masters, October 28th. That’s in France, ain’t it? Where they eat them snails and talk all funny.
- Brandon, he was in Vienna before, playin’ some more tennis. That boy gets around, don’t he? Like a fly on a hot summer day.
Now, some folks, they like to predict who’s gonna win. They look at numbers and stats and all that jazz. Me? I just look at their faces. If a fella looks mean and determined, he’s probably gonna win. But sometimes, the underdog, he surprises ya. Like that little David fella who beat that big giant, what’s-his-name, Goliath. That’s a good story, that one.
They also played at Wimbledon, on July 5th. Experts, they call ’em, they looked at the game, said who’s gonna win and who ain’t. Head to head, they call it. Like rams buttin’ heads, I guess. Odds and stats, they say. Numbers, numbers, numbers. My head starts spinnin’ just thinkin’ about it. But them experts, they know their stuff, I reckon. They look at how many times they played before, who won, who lost. They even look at the odds, like bettin’ on horses at the county fair.
Ugo, he’s the fifteenth seed. Sounds important, don’t it? Like he’s got a fancy seat at the dinner table. But Brandon, he ain’t no slouch neither. He’s a hard hitter, that boy. Gonna be a good match, I tell ya. Back and forth, like a swingin’ door. Who’s gonna win? Well, that’s the million-dollar question, ain’t it? I ain’t got no crystal ball, so I can’t tell ya for sure. But I got a feelin’ it’s gonna be close. Real close. Might even go to five sets, like them long movies they show at the picture show.
So, if you’re into tennis, you should watch this match. See them fellas sweat and grunt and smack that ball. It’s kinda excitin’, I guess, if you like that sort of thing. Me? I prefer watchin’ the chickens peck. At least I know they ain’t gonna hit me with a ball. But these tennis fellas, they put on a good show, gotta give ’em that. And at the end of the day, win or lose, they shake hands and that’s what matters, right? Bein’ a good sport, even if you don’t win.
Anyways, that’s my two cents on this Brandon and Ugo match. Hope it made some sense to ya. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed them chickens. They’re gettin’ restless, and a hungry chicken is a noisy chicken.
Tags: [Brandon Nakashima, Ugo Humbert, Japan Open, Tennis Prediction, ATP, Wimbledon, Paris Masters]
