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by Pete Bodo
Mornin', tennis fans. Most of you are well aware of my aversion to the dark art of "bracketology," so these Grand Slam previews present certain, shall we say, "obstacles?" Over at ESPN yesterday, I fooled around with the idea of picking first-round matches I'd rather not see, for any number of reasons. Bobby C. gave you a well-informed, deftly written preview of the WTA side of the draw yesterday, so today I'm going to do something whimsical and get in touch with the epic poet deep in my soul.
I'm going to write a rhyming couplet for each of the top 16 men's seeds, followed by a brief comment on his chances to win the title. Whoops, with Rafael Nadal playing the way he is, that might be a fool's errand, so maybe I'll just try to put his chances in perspective. I notice in reviewing the seeds that John Isner and Sam Querrey are, respectively, seeded 17 and 18, and being an American journalist, I just can't bring myself to leave them out: