Excuses

I have watched more than the usual games of tennis this year.  I have watched more girly matches in particular.  They have been quiet matches - no squealing.  Laura did a good job to get as far in the tournament as she did.  She certainly didn't give up with a fight.  As for the other British girls, we have come to expect the first round massacre.  And then comes the inevitable autopsy.  Here's my take on it all.

I did not win the match because

I played on court eleven

Without the swift, sharp Hawkeye gaze

It was not tennis heaven

Those times they said the ball was out

I knew it hit the line

And when Lipinski’s serve was long

They said that it was fine

I did not win the match because

The grass was slightly wet

I slipped and missed a tie break point

Lipinski took the set

The match was then suspended as

A sudden summer shower

Brought covers on and brollies out

The rain fell for an hour

I did not win the match because

My knee was strapped up tight

My trainer had massaged the joints

But things were not quite right

Lipinski hit the ball so hard

To corners of the court

Eagerly I chased each ball

My drop shots fell far short

I did not win the match because

The draw was very cruel

Lipinski as the rising star

Made for an unfair duel

The winner of the “French” last year

She stood full seven feet tall

And with her repertoire of shots

I had no chance at all