Howdy.
For technical reasons, the picture that was supposed to run with the last post on Maria Sharapova never got posted. we'll retro-fit, although it may be pointless by now.
A group of us at TENNIS met with the top brass of the ATP yesterday afternoon; today I'm supposed to go hook up with the Bryan brothers at the ESPN SportZone cafe in Times Square. I'll have some thoughts to post on both, but I'm not sure when; blogging will be sporadic over the upcoming three-day weekend, as I have laughableI Internet service (read: AOL dial-up—and it's a toll call, too) at the farm, but then we get to indulge in my 3-year-old son Luke's favorite pastime, finding and studying deer poop and other wonderful natural things . . .
"I found some," he'll call out. Then he bends at the waist to the point where I don't see how he keeps from toppling forward, and he inspects the scat with his face just inches from it, like a regular Clouseau. I still remember his words the first time he found some doe droppings: "It's like blueberries and a little chocolate, too!"
Does this mean Cowboy Luke's going to grow up to be a proctologist? (Now if that doesn't give you comment posters a great opening, I don't know what would!)
Anyway, I'm just about ready to write another post on tennis and doping, which should happen next week sometime.
Enjoy the weekend, everyone. The women do their Snowboard Cross event tonight; I thought the men's version of this first-time medal event last night was riveting. There's nothing like the simplicity and transparency of head-to-head racing; first man (or woman) to the bottom wins. Who needs these "two-runs, average time, throw out the highest and lowest scores, blah blah blah" protocols?
'Dios for now.