I've been watching the Australian Open with the two Roo's. Sometimes they will sit on the carpet and follow the ball back and forth moving their heads like true tennis buffs. Then the announcer will scream."Crikey!!!" or something like that and they'll be so startled that they'll run out of the room. It's not that they don't appreciate an amazing backhand winner, it's just they see no reason to yell about it. Other times the Roo's wil bounce around the room leaping high in the air lending a true Aussie feel to the whole experience. The boys like Marcus Bagdados because he looks like a cat. He's a slightly pudgy Cypriot who wears his hair in a tiny ponytail like Comic Book Guy in the Simpsons and sports some scruff that looks like whiskers. Nadal scares them. It could be the
muttering in Spanish or the sleeveless shirts, but they tend to go down to the basement when he comes on. They both started snickering in that disturbing cat way when they saw Venus Wiiliams' dress - to them it looked like a cat had clawed the material (at least that's what I thought they were laughing about- I don't completely get the fur-faces sense of humour) I plan to get some tennis balls out to see whether they could be ball boys. It looks simple enough to them on TV - just chase the ball. It's bringing the ball back that will be the challenge. Still, I'm fine if they just roll the ball back to me - no need to pick it up lads! xxx dad
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