Sleeper Pick or, “The Mess I Woke Up To”
“Next year, I’ll bring the schmear!”
I’ll be honest. Living on the east coast, I haven’t stayed up for a ton of tennis over the last two weeks. Don’t get me wrong; I get to watch the day session, only to typically spend the night doing what one ought to be doing at night time anyway: sleeping. Most of the matches I’ve slept through have turned out to be neutral fare; it’s safe to say there hadn’t been any Djokovic/Wawrinka-style epics thus far (too soon?). Even if there were, there’s always Twitter to catch me up.
Boy, did y’all do me a solid tonight.
For those who lived through this aggressively bad match, a fair warning: this may trigger some of your presumably fast-developing PTSD.
For those who slept, this is what I woke up to:
Gluten humor. We’re off to a good start.
“I hit, he hit, yadda yadda yadda, and I guess I won.”
It’s like Federer’s still with us, you guys.
https://twitter.com/puntdotcom/status/561118507891716096It’s at this point when the collective fear starts to set in.
Jokes on jokes.
Take it away, Judge Judy.
Look, not ALL of the tennis was bad…
…just most of it.
https://twitter.com/tumcarayol/status/561125253116854273Keeping the stat sheet clean and easy to follow, as always.
Wait. #men
https://twitter.com/roobynVC/status/561128256603443200
“…I think I left the oven on!”
Even waking nightmares must come to an end.
You don’t mean this one, right?
“..and don’t think for one second
that this means we love you less.
KNOW that it means that.”
And so we end the match as it began: laughing through the crippling exhaustion.
What was your favorite moment of Djokovic/Warinka III? Sound off in the comments!
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