I could honestly not give a poop about tennis, but I did go to a US Open game once and it was kind of amazing how hushed the crowd gets during a match — you can hear a pin drop, not to mention every grunt out of the players’ mouths. Anyway, I was kind of interested in Wimbledon this year though, mainly because I am so sick of reading about Roger Federer in Vogue and seeing him sitting front row at every fashion show because of the crush Anna Wintour has on him. I kind of hate a guy who always wins, except maybe Tiger Woods, because he is too sexy to hate. So when Rafael Nadal engaged in the battle to end all battles with Federer yesterday and managed to pull out a win, I was like, “Damn, that is one fine piece of chorizo.” He’s Spanish. Spanish sausage. Get it?
