That was the score for American men in Paris yesterday. Eight went home. Zero won. All we have left is poor Robby Ginepri, and I fear that was only staved off because they called the match for darkness. We’ll see how he does today when play resumes on the red clay of Roland Garros. I mean, it’s rare that the men do well on clay, but 8 guys out - including two top ten players - in the first round? That’s just sad. At this rate I’m going to actually have to pay attention to the women’s game this time around. And with both Williams sisters playing….yeah, not so much. I know, I know, they’re supposed to be incredible and entertaining and the second coming of tennis. I’ve been over them for a long time. I miss Lindsay Davenport. And Jennifer Capriati. And Steffi, for that matter. Where’s Andre when you need him? Well, at least Roger and Rafael should give us a good couple of weeks. Them, you can depend on.

Is it time for Wimbledon yet?

So, in other news, thank you for your continued good vibes for my puppy. You’ll be happy to know that he’s actually doing pretty well. He’s a happy sort who doesn’t necessarily know how challenged he is, which makes it a lot easier to care for him. Would that we were all so sunny in disposition. Anyway…just wanted to send out a big group hug to all those who have sent their support. That much positive energy is always a good thing.

Tonight it’s Dirty Uncle Nigel and more audition rounds. Let us mercifully hope we get past this stage quickly as it looks like we have some pretty amazing talent headed our way this season. And then tomorrow, har har har mateys, it’s time for Pirate Master. I hope it’s at least interesting!

Don’t forget to enter this week’s SHaQ Attack contest. Details in Tuesday’s post.

Happy Hump Day everyone!

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