And is it just me, or does Jimmy Connors look like a Will Forte character?

Fuuuck.

There is nothing I want more than to see James Blake win everything ever, but: damn, Fabrice Santoro. Applause to you. You are like a little tennis Houdini and I hate you.

Who wants to watch the US Open in Madison Square Park with me?

I know the correct term for what I saw this morning is probably "an Amish dwarf" (or, probably, "an Amish little person"), but I keep wanting to call him "a dwarf Amish." Like a dwarf hamster. Either way, I bet he was really popular with the ladies--his wife only has to spend half as much time making clothing. Score! I wonder if he plows and everything. That must be rough. Maybe they import ponies for him or something.

Blake plays Federer tonight. I am so nervous. I don't even like sports!

It is way too nice to be indoors. Enjoy this video of a baby panda sneezing.

Every year at about this time, I discover a deep love for tennis and/or James Blake. The problem is, for me, watching tennis is sort of like listening to Alizee: I love it, but I have no idea what's going on. Love, 15, 30, 40, game, right? And a match is all the games played, and a set is...somewhere in between there? Can anybody direct me to a good, simple guide to tennis for viewers? Thanks.

Got this from furies. And now, bed.

( Twenty (times three) questions. )