This weekend I watched
Maria Sharapova
outplay
outmatch
outscream
Sara Errani
in the Women's Final of the French Open.
Merci
oooh la la
voulez-ous couchez avec moi
Pardone my French, but
It can get pretty dirty out there on the red clay court...
and I'm not just
talking nasty red dirt all over cute tennis dresses.
I'm talking about the
SCREAMING.
Is it just me?
The screaming has gotten out of control in women's tennis.
The screaming has gotten out of control in women's tennis.
It has increasingly climbed to new decibels with
"Love"....
but when Maria plays it...
it sounds like
she means
she means
"War."
Granted, the men also make noises as they exhale,
but keep it down on the decibel scale.
Granted, the men also make noises as they exhale,
but keep it down on the decibel scale.
They make lower grunting sounds....
caveman style.
caveman style.
"ugga ugga.
Me got balls and this really big tennis stick
and me gonna beat you with it."
I couldn't help but
chuckle
laugh
roll off the couch in hysterics
listening to Maria's opponent scream back at her.
Eranni would not be intimidated by Maria's shrieking.
I swore if you listened carefully enough
I swore if you listened carefully enough
you could hear her yelling back...
"Drop Dead."
Anywhoooo.....
It does feel good to let out a good screeeeam.
Maybe we all should occasionally...
Just do it.
I'm long overdue for a good shriek.
I think the last time I took advantage of a full-bodied scream...
I think the last time I took advantage of a full-bodied scream...
I was in the rally of childbirth...
naturally...
my own labor of
naturally...
my own labor of
LOVE.
1 comment:
hahahah i'm so excited for wimbledon!!! let the screaming match begin
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