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Howdy, everyone. Today is catch-up day at the office. Tomorrow I'll empty my mental outbox with random thoughts, impressions and experiences from my stint at Wimbledon. I may not get to post tomorrow on Matt Harvey, the Wimbledon poet, with whom I had a visit last week, but that too will get done. I think writing one up is appropriate. Meanwhile, though,we ought to fire a shot across Matt's bow, courtesy of our own poet laureate, Madame Highpockets.
You can use this post to get silly in any number of ways, including talking tennis. I mean, Kleybanova is winning in Budapest and Flavia Pennetta is rockin' in the Swedish Open. Dent is out of Newport, and so forth . . . The beat goes on. The tennis beat always goes on. But first, let's stop and celebrate Wimbledon in our customary manner, in verse.
PS - don't you love that "third-grade class picture" smile on Rafa's face in this photo?
* Lads in London*
by Highpockets