Our Federer, which art in Henman,
Lew Hoad be thy name;
Billie Jean Kingdom come;
thy Wimbledon,
in earth as it is in Henman.
Give us this day our Perry, Fred.
And forgive us our Samprasses,
as we forgive them that Sampras against us.
And Lloyd us not into tense tie-breaks;
but Rod Laver us from Ivanisevic.
For Billie Jean is the Kingdom,
Evonne Goolagong and the Cawley,
for Evert and Evert.
Amen.
tennis
New Year’s Eve, 2014
“Typical,” thought Penny
as she watched Gavin party like it was 1999.
He was wearing a Pokemon t-shirt
and bouncing up and down to a Britney Spears song.
At least he no longer seemed to be worrying
about the millennium bug.
“Always fifteen years behind everyone else”, she sighed,
relieved that he’d left his micro-scooter outside.
out of deuce
we would
go to
Wimbledon and
watch Serena
and Venus
until that
fateful sunny
day when
Annette came
between us
