Meet your French Open Champion

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nadal.jpgThis guy received the Championship trophy and then shook hands with that very hand you see there...in his crack. Eww.

Today, in a haze, I watched Nadal anhialate Federer. I just like to watch tennis and think I can play like that. I'm guessing my bent racquet has a different story.

I was in a haze because I'd slept in the basement with my family last night. The tornado missed us, but (insert sarcastic tone here) thanks for all the calls of concern from family and friends. By "missed us" I mean, it was a city block away. Once the electricity came back on, I updated myself on the news and discovered that the sirens sounded after the tornado blew threw.

So, I was running on empty, reloading with my coffee when I came across the French Open Championship. And I'm shocked at a few things, the least being the ass whipping that Federer got. The other shocking things are that this guy- Nadal is wearing tight capris. Never trust a man who works out in capris is all I'm sayin. And then, about the 3rd set, he starts digging for gold...in his pants. Is he doing what I think he's doing? Why yes he is? And all I have to say to that is, if he's willing to wear FITTED capris, then he should consider a thong. He'll get used to it and stop digging in between points. I'm sure of it.

That's how I roll.

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I can tell you he was more likely digging for potatoes.

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