Wimbledon embodies the purest form of tennis -- no distracting sponsors, lights, or music. Just the elegant essence of the sport itself, making it the paramount Grand Slam.
Amidst the lush green courts of Wimbledon, British hopes fluttered and fell like wilting roses. Yesterday, three valiant Brits bid adieu, and today, the last woman standing gracefully curtsied to the game's whims. Let us applaud their spirited efforts and embrace the allure of uncertainty. Especially for Andy.
The music makes it hard to be nosey.
Wimbledon embodies the purest form of tennis -- no distracting sponsors, lights, or music. Just the elegant essence of the sport itself, making it the paramount Grand Slam.
Sin City 2
WTF was that noise?
Djokovic's train to Melbourne.
Because one surface is just too boring for Djokovic.
Amidst the lush green courts of Wimbledon, British hopes fluttered and fell like wilting roses. Yesterday, three valiant Brits bid adieu, and today, the last woman standing gracefully curtsied to the game's whims. Let us applaud their spirited efforts and embrace the allure of uncertainty. Especially for Andy.
Weirdest trophy ceremony I've seen so far..