Wimbledon. Fuck Yeah.

Wimbledon started today. Over the past week, I was like a kid waiting for Christmas. This morning I woke up before 6am--coverage started at 5am MDT--and, just like Christmas, there was no going back to sleep. I got up and turned on the TV. Wimbledon. Fuck yeah.

Wimbledon is my favorite. Wimbledon has always been my favorite. I like the Australian, I've come around on the French, the U.S. Open is great, but Wimbledon is the one that feels really special to me. The conservatism of British mores can be pretty stupid sometimes, but the way it manifests at Wimbledon feels pleasant and soothing and elegant. They take away as many things as possible that might distract from the tennis. There are no on-court ads. Everyone wears white. And then they put them on those beautiful grass courts. It's wonderful.

(When I was a little kid and Wimbledon would roll around, I used to take tennis balls out onto the lawn and try to bounce them, and of course they didn't bounce, the lawn around my house being quite a different thing from whatever magic it takes to create grass tennis courts. I remember being perplexed and mystified that it was even possible to create a grass playing surface hard enough and consistent enough that you could play tennis on it. I still feel that way.)

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