Score: Weasel, Love/ Federer, Love

For some of you today will be filled with friends, family and BBQ. Perhaps a trip to the beach, the park or to Grandma's house? Well, not this Weasel. I will be doing the same thing today as I did yesterday and the same as I will be doing tomorrow and the day after that, I will be glued to the internet and watching Roger Federer, and those who will lose to him, play tennis at Roland Garros in the French Open in Paris (thank you Tennis Channel!).

Now, first let me say, I love to watch men's tennis on any surface, hard court, grass or whatever. Well, that is not altogether true, there is one tournament where they play on a blue court and I just can't watch it. But, don't think that means I am not a true blue tennis fan. I am. I think my favorite tournament is breakfast at Wimbledon. I enjoy some berries, clotted cream and a cup of adrenaline rich espresso in the form of Roger Federer eating his competitors for breakfast just as surely as he eats his Wheaties. But, as of late, there is one surface where my love had been bested and that is on the clay court at Roland Garros. For the last couple of years a Spaniard cutie named Rafael Nadal, known for his ¡Ole! punches, adorable matador pants, and white headbands, has been the king of the clay court. But, I believe that this is the year when Federer will reign supreme. I am only sorry that I am not in Paris to see his victory in person.

I will watch each and every match in anticipation of the final match where Roger will be crowned the king of all the surfaces. I will even watch the ladies tennis, even though I am not as much of a ladies tennis fan. I prefer to watch the boys play. I know that may sound sexist--but I think it is the same reason men always win on "Dancing with the Stars." It is a case of simple biology, most women prefer watching men. I mean, have you seen Federer in shorts? He is adorable.

I do appreciate the Goddess like powers of Serena and Venus Williams. And, I am consistently amused by the Sharapova's pre-serve rituals and the blatant coaching her father does from the stands---and I am impressed by her incredible power and mature, beyond her years, court presence. I am absolutely thrilled that finally women's prize money is equal to the men's. Yes to gender equity; you go girls! But, could you all please stop all the grunting and groaning when you serve? Even the men don't make as much noise as the gals do. Sometimes I turn the volume down just to get through a Sherapova vs. Venus match so as to not feel like I am in the weight room at Gold's Gym.

If you are going to actually go out and spend your Memorial Day making your own memories I will give you these few tennis related clips so you can enjoy a little tennis before your BBQ.

The video is called:"Roger Federer as Religious Experience" and I don't think there is much hyperbole in the title. Prepare to be amazed at the miraculous moves of this divine tennis deity.



In this Nike commercial Sharapova proves that she is much more than a pretty face. If I was to name this commercial I would call it,"Shut up and let me play." A highlight of this clip is John McEnroe singing that he feels pretty, not to be missed.




This is one of my favorite Nike commercials. It makes me think back to the hot tennis coach I had when I was a young girl and I dreamed of becoming the next Tracy Austin. Some dreams are not meant to be.



Picture of Roger Federrer looking really hot is from Men's Vogue. Roger is wearing a Prada tuxedo, shirt, and shoes. He carries a Hermès Birkin bag. And, I am in the plane waiting for him. Okay, okay, a girl can dream. Can't she?;-)