Broadcasting Life

agassi vs. roddick

which by the way, agassi won. it was quite the event. many showed up at the engalstad for a night of "rock 'n roll tennis" the first couple of matches were played by the jenson brothers, who won doubles matches back in the day and were decked out in sioux jerseys, and two guys named alex and chris who were doubles for u of m a couple of years ago. they did a comedy type thing where the jenson brothers wore microphones. it was funny to hear them breathing hard and grunting at every serve. they would also throw banter to each other and opponents every now and then. it was great.

then andre and andy came out in fashion. i've never heard so many people screaming "i love you andy!" it was a weird reality...i never realized so many people loved me (hahahaha...i know). it was a good game and they had fun with the crowd and it was great how they interacted with the crowd, we all felt included. people would yell out and the players responded. when some one whistled at andy, he shook his but for the crowd. someone also yelled out, "i can return that!" after being pelted by a tennis ball and was then pulled out onto the court, given andre's racket and then andy pelted tennis serves at him. they gave him a sioux hockey helmet for protection.

squeak and i had good seats for getting them the week before. we were right by the players enterence, so hopefully got good pictures if it wasn't for all the people who came and rushed the enterence, shoving us who payed for our good seats out of the way. for awhile, we envied the people who were sitting right next to the court, down on ground level, but that soon subsided. when we made a quick bathroom stop, over the intercom came, "please remember that by buying a ticket, the ticketholder is not responsible for any injuries due to flying tennis balls and those injured are not allowed to sue." or something like that. those sorry people who payed good money to be pelted with tennis balls...what were they thinking?

to finish off this post, i'll conclude with two quotes from the night:

me: "squeak (as she headed off for the men's bathroom), are you a man?"
squeak: "i don't know the difference!"

-and as a quick movie on andre agassi's foundation came on to encourage kids to attend college-

me: what is this? andre agassi...?
squeak: some foundation for...
me: kids who can't read good?
squeak: i love zoolander!

so that was my night...then i came home to b town early early this morning and surprisingly didn't nod off at the wheel and i came home, skipped class and slept as my throat hurt and i was dead tired. this has got to end...i hate being tired and sick. two thumbs down.