Riona (
rionaleonhart) wrote2010-06-25 11:01 am
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Bizarrely, There Is Also Tennis Taking Place On The Other Courts.
I've never been a tennis fan, but I found myself strangely fascinated by the match between John Isner and Nicolas Mahut over the past couple of days. For those unaware: to win the fifth set, one player needs to be two full games ahead. In the case of Isner and Mahut, this didn't happen. It didn't happen for eleven hours. They played and played and played. On Wednesday, the match was suspended due to failing light levels at 59-59. On Thursday, I watched in increasing disbelief and cheered every time the score was equalised again, but eventually Isner won at 70-68. This one set went on longer than any full match of tennis ever played. You could have watched the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy in the time they were playing.
(When the set finally, finally finished, there was a little unexpected ceremony and the players and umpire all got presents. I thought that was rather sweet. Also, the audience cheered Mahut far more than they did the actual winner of the match, which was an extremely British thing to do. We do love a person who fights and fights and then loses anyway.)
So, anyway, now some part of me wants Mahut/Isner fanfiction. Hour after hour playing against each other, and eventually a sort of bizarre, exhaustion-induced Stockholm Syndrome sets in. Does either of them really want it to end?
...I'm a bad person.
(The Guardian live blog for the first day of Groundhog Set is hilarious (start from the last paragraph of the 3.45 entry). My favourite part:
The scoreboard is barely visible through the grass and weeds and trails of Spanish moss. It shows that John Isner and Nicolas Mahut are locked at 37 games each in the final set.
I'm wondering if maybe an angel will come and set them free. Is this too much to ask? Just one slender angel, with white wings and a wise smile, to tell them that's it's all right, they have suffered enough and that they are now being recalled. The angel could hug them and kiss their brows and invite them to lay their rackets gently on the grass. And then they could all ascend to heaven together. John Isner, Nicolas Mahut and the kind angel that saved them.
Also, I enjoy the fact that the highest-rated comment by far on the next day's blog is this:
I take Mahut off to them both. Just because it's been a ridiculous match of tennis, Isner reason for puns ay?)
Did I really just make an entire entry about tennis? How unusual.
Today, I find out what class degree I have.
I'm really scared.
(When the set finally, finally finished, there was a little unexpected ceremony and the players and umpire all got presents. I thought that was rather sweet. Also, the audience cheered Mahut far more than they did the actual winner of the match, which was an extremely British thing to do. We do love a person who fights and fights and then loses anyway.)
So, anyway, now some part of me wants Mahut/Isner fanfiction. Hour after hour playing against each other, and eventually a sort of bizarre, exhaustion-induced Stockholm Syndrome sets in. Does either of them really want it to end?
...I'm a bad person.
(The Guardian live blog for the first day of Groundhog Set is hilarious (start from the last paragraph of the 3.45 entry). My favourite part:
The scoreboard is barely visible through the grass and weeds and trails of Spanish moss. It shows that John Isner and Nicolas Mahut are locked at 37 games each in the final set.
I'm wondering if maybe an angel will come and set them free. Is this too much to ask? Just one slender angel, with white wings and a wise smile, to tell them that's it's all right, they have suffered enough and that they are now being recalled. The angel could hug them and kiss their brows and invite them to lay their rackets gently on the grass. And then they could all ascend to heaven together. John Isner, Nicolas Mahut and the kind angel that saved them.
Also, I enjoy the fact that the highest-rated comment by far on the next day's blog is this:
I take Mahut off to them both. Just because it's been a ridiculous match of tennis, Isner reason for puns ay?)
Did I really just make an entire entry about tennis? How unusual.
Today, I find out what class degree I have.
I'm really scared.
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(Also, seriously, The Guardian's affinity for puns is one of it's most endearing features.
And I feel like I've missed a cultural event not watching this match. Curse being in Denmark.)
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(Well, if you were looking for excitement, watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy would probably have been a better way of spending many hours, but watching the games rack up endlessly was sort of hilarious.)
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(True. I haven't actually done a LotR marathon in years. Hm...)
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That was exactly my reaction.
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(I was slightly worried by how very pleased I was that they hugged across the net when it was over.)
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I live in the US and therefore don't know what a class degree is, but I'm sure you'll do really well!!!
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Groundhog Set
I so seriously heart the Guardian sometimes...
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And, *coughs*, I didn't even know I wanted fanfic until you mentioned it. And now I do too. *headdesk*
Good luck with your degree! I hope you get whatever grade you're hoping for.
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I have faith in your brilliance and I hope you get the degree you want <333
(And THANK YOU for my letter, epic smiles were had.)
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/not a Court 18's opinion
*\o/* for the degree results, bb.
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Good luck with your degree results!
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Is there a tennis fandom? There must be.
Good luck with your results :)
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The important thing, of course!
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ETA: Good luck on your results!
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Also: *drive-by hugging*
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...I'm a bad person.
Bad perhaps, but not wrong, and not alone. (Especially after that hug at the end. AWW.)
Good luck with the results! And as the person who calculates and chivvies the system into awarding people at another university, hope you get/got them on time! *Eyes own system, crosses fingers.*
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Please share if you do come across them fanfics? (And I'll link them to you if I find some too)
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<_< That's what wikipedia is for?