(Serena’s also on the questionably single list – is that her “ex”-boyfriend, Common, next to her in bed?)
Serena Williams is now on the “questionable” list for the US Open, reports the AP:
Serena Williams is in doubt for the U.S. Open because of her recent foot injury, according to the WTA Tour.
Williams cut her right foot on broken glass at a restaurant shortly after winning Wimbledon. The tour said last week she needed surgery and would miss three tournaments leading up to the Open.
On Monday, tour spokesman Andrew Walker said Williams is questionable for the final Grand Slam of the year. Williams’ return to the Open has been widely anticipated because of her tumultuous semifinal loss there last year, when she threw a tirade at a line judge at the end of a match against Kim Clijsters and was fined a record $82,500.
Because of the injury, Williams is missing the entire World Team Tennis season with the Washington Kastles. Her team said she cut the bottom of her foot and needed stitches.
“Hey guys I’m doing better,” Williams tweeted Monday. “Thanks for all the love.”
On Sunday night she tweeted: “can’t wait to get out of bed & back on the courts & do what i do best!”
Serena feeling all warm and fuzzy on pain medication (?):
Oracene is not feeling it:
Awwww, poor baby:
A little off topic, but also relating to social media, be sure to check out Andrea Petkovic’s blog at the WTA website. The tour’s resident smart chick is coming to terms with being the top seed for the first time in her career at Bad Gastein, Austria. Here’s a sampling:
I can totally put myself in the other girls’ minds, how their only goal is to knock me off my throne playing their best tennis against the No.1 seed because they have nothing to lose. And I agree because normally I feel exactly the same way. Yes, Serena, now I know how you feel. Not that I pity you, you have to admit that it is kind of thrilling being everyone else’s enemy.
Well, friend or foe, I already had it last year but it hit me again this year how the altitude affects my breathing. I hope not only mine, but after my first warm-up (warm-up, I’m not talking about playing tennis but just warming up to do it) I felt my fictive Alter Ego looking at me from the side, holding her tummy laughing, saying, ‘Don’t you ever dare telling me about your hard and exhausting running through the forest again. You may fool your coach but me, naaah.’ But hey, no excuses, I hit the running track in the afternoon to calm down my conscience at least, and it worked. I took a perfect little nap in the afternoon – you know, the kind that makes you feel like Tarzan, or in my case, Jane. In other words, I’m ready to get at my fictive Alter Ego for good.
Keep up the good work, Jane!