Mornin', folks. Just dropping by briefly to give you all a fresh place to post comments when play starts later tonight at the Australian Open. Never thought it would get here, did you? I promise all of you one thing, as we head into this tournament. If Nikolay Davydenko wins the Australian Open, I will publish a photo of me eating crow (it may sound horrible to you, but you probably haven't tasted spring woodchuck, either). Take my word on that. Now there's some bulletin board material for you.
What the hail, if John McEnroe can be prevailed upon to stand on his head in the broadcast booth as retribution for making a bad prediction, I can man and accept my just deserts for being a loudmouth, right?
As eager as I am to see the Australian Open get underway, I have to confess that I can't think of anything right now but the New York Jets vs. San Diego Chargers NFL football game, which starts at around 4:30 pm, TW time.
Luke and Lisa are presently over at the family-friendly Plattekill ski area, and I'm tinkering around with the final draft of the book I'm writing with a guy you'll be seeing a lot in the coming days, Patrick McEnroe. We're driving back to the city tonight, and I'll catch some of the Australian Open match coverage when we arrive there.
That's all for now. And how about that Elena Dementieva? Watch out, Justine. And now you may return to your Melbourne countdown. And to Aussiemarg and the others who have kept us filled in on events on the ground in Australia, many thanks.
-- Pete