Wimbledon ’99

OK, so I scanned a couple of pics from my visit to the 1999 Championships of the All England Lawn Tennis Club, Wimbledon.

This was taken at Centre Court on one of the most excellent days of my life.



And this guy could play a little bit. On the grass and elsewhere.



The Lovely says this about seeing Pete Sampras play at Wimbledon: “He makes the court look small” — even Centre Court at Wimbledon!

And she’s right (of course): Pete would hit his serve and then be at the net in, like, two steps. And he only won, like, seven Wimbledon singles titles!

: )

Personally, I am rooting for Venus Williams in this year’s women’s final, in which she will likely play Lindsay Davenport — who was only three measly points way from making it to the final today before her match with Amelie Mauresmo was suspended by rain. I like Amelie — and not just because she is “family,” although that is one of the things about her prompted me to pay attention to some of her matches.

As for the men: Naturally, I want Andy Roddick to win the tournament. And I like Roger Federer and Lleyton Hewitt, so it does not matter to me who wins that semifinal.

Closer to home: I played tennis tonight for only the third time this summer. Felt good to get the endorphins (or whatever they’re called) going.

: )

On a totally unrelated note:

Booger King Drive-Through

Booger King Drive-Through Worker: Welcome to Booger King, blah blah blah, may I take your order?

Me: Yes, I would like a chicken fingers kids’ meal, a medium frozen blueberry, a chicken Whopper — and could I get that on a bun withOUT sesame seeds?

(See, I KNOW that Booger King has alternative buns because I got one o’ those angus burgers a few weeks ago, and it was on some kinda bun with some sorta little crumbs or something on top.)

BKDTW: Uhhhhh, we could put it on two bun bottoms. That’s all we have.

(Bun bottoms??! WTF??!)

Me: Uhm, no. Just put it on a regular sesame seed bun. And I need a small Coke, also.

I drive through, pay, drive up to wait for the guy to bring me the food, take it over to The Lovely’s, get situated on the couch, open my sandwich and find that my chicken Whopper is, indeed, sandwiched between those alternative buns similar to the one my angus burger was served on.

*sigh*

Tonight’s parting thought: I am so grateful to be one day away from a holiday weekend.