Bow chicka bow chicka bow bow!
Why the lame attempt at a porno flick bass line? Because this year’s Roland Garros final was THAT satisfying. At least to Fedophiles, who just wanted Roger Federer to beat Robin Soderling as quickly and easily as possible. Which he did: 6-1, 7-6, 6-4. Federer lost only 17 points on serve, was never broken, and had 41 winners for 24 unforced errors.
The match was pure bliss – except for that Swiss-socked devil who tried to ruin the mood – and the trophy ceremony was the perfect climax to Roger’s GOAT-defining victory.
Oh yeah, baby!
The money shot: Roger’s tears rolling down his cheeks during the Swiss national anthem. Sigh. . .
Pillow talk:
Roger really doesn’t give a sh*t if you see him cry. That’s just what he does and how he is.
Robin Soderling gave a perfect runner-up speech: heartfelt, funny and fresh. “Yoking” is now a part of my personal lexicon.
Why didn’t Andre Agassi say anything? They did pay him to be there, right?
On the other hand, it was nice not to get the awkward CEO speech at the the top.
Robin Soderling’s girlfriend is hotter than I expected.
Mirka Federer is very popular – get that woman a talk show on Swiss TV!
Roger rambles when he’s happy. And giggles:
This feels SOOO good! Or is it just me?
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