Well, well, well, looky here, it’s about that Fritz fella and that Vukic boy. They gonna have a go at it, I reckon. That’s what them fancy folks on the internet say. It’s a big deal, this Fritz vs Vukic thing. Gonna be a real hootenanny, I tell ya what!
This Fritz, they say he’s number 13. Number 13! Sounds kinda unlucky to me, but what do I know? And this other one, Vukic, he’s way down at number 81. He’s got a long way to go to catch up with old Fritz, that’s for sure. This whole thing, it’s called the… the Rothesay International Eastbourne. Fancy name, ain’t it? Sounds like somethin’ them rich folks would come up with.
They say this Fritz, he’s got a better serve. Like throwin’ a rock really hard, I guess. Vukic, he ain’t as good at that, apparently. But he’s better on that hard… *… whatever that is. Maybe it is some kinda rock. Fritz, he likes the regular hard, whatever that means. They say Vukic wins more on that *, 59 out of a hundred. Not bad, not bad. But on grass, he only wins 54 out of a hundred. Fritz, he’s better on regular hard.
They already played once, these two. Fritz won that one. So he’s ahead, like winnin’ a pie-eatin’ contest and gettin’ to go first on the next one. But that don’t mean Vukic can’t win this time. Stranger things have happened, like that time Mildred’s cow had twins! Nobody saw that comin’.
So, who’s gonna win this thing, this Fritz vs Vukic match? Well, them fancy computers, they think Fritz will win. They got all these numbers and doohickeys, and they say Fritz is the one. But you know what? Computers ain’t always right. Remember that time they said it was gonna rain and it was sunny all day? Ruined my laundry, it did.
- Fritz is number 13.
- Vukic is number 81.
- They playin’ at the Rothesay International Eastbourne.
- Fritz has the better serve.
- Vukic is better at *, Fritz on hard.
- Fritz won the last time they played.
- Them computers say Fritz will win this time.
This whole Fritz vs Vukic shindig is happenin’ on a Friday. Friday’s a good day for a fight, I reckon. Everyone’s ready for the weekend, got that fightin’ spirit in ’em. It’s like when my old rooster, Pete, would get all riled up on a Friday mornin’. He’d crow and strut around like he owned the whole darn place.
I don’t know much about this tennis stuff, but I know a good competition when I hear about one. Fritz vs Vukic, it’s got a nice ring to it. Like two bulls lockin’ horns. Or two hens fightin’ over a juicy worm. It’s gonna be somethin’ to see, that’s for sure.
Now, that Vukic fella, even though he’s number 81, he’s probably got some tricks up his sleeve. You can’t count out the little guy. He might just surprise everyone. Like that time I won the raffle at the church social. Nobody thought I had a chance, but I walked away with that brand new quilt! So, you never know, Vukic might just pull a rabbit outta his hat.
And Fritz, well, he’s probably feelin’ pretty good about himself. Number 13, won the last match, got that good serve. But he better not get too cocky. Pride cometh before a fall, as they say. Like when my neighbor’s prize-winnin’ hog got stuck in the mud. He was so proud of that hog, and then, bam! Right in the mud. So Fritz better watch out.
This Fritz vs Vukic thing, it’s like a good story. You got your favorite, the one you think is gonna win. And then you got the other one, the underdog, the one you kinda hope surprises everyone. It’s like one of them old western movies. The good guy and the bad guy, facin’ off at high noon. Except in this case, they both seem like nice enough fellas.
Well, I’ll be darned. This whole Fritz vs Vukic business has got me all worked up. I think I need a nap. But you young folks, you keep an eye on this match. It’s gonna be a good one, I can feel it in my bones. And remember, don’t count out that Vukic fella. He might just surprise us all!
