Frankly My Dear, I Don't Give A Dan
It was a breathtaking rubber match that had the spectators divided as to who they were supporting, the one an European champion and the other an Olympic champion. That said, it would be a true fan with strong loyalty to either not to want the match to go on to the third set. And so it was that Lin Dan finally trounced Peter Gade to go on to the finals in the Li-Ning Singapore Open 2011.
When the deciding point was earned when Gade sent the shuttle into the net, the crowd roared with approval and Super Dan wasted no time in showing his gratitude and appreciation to the fans and not without some relief for it was a hard-fought fight.
As he made his way out, he passed by the stands and casually tossed his towel to a small boy in the front row. The cute little tyke held the precious and priceless item in his hands and smiled innocently. Little did he know the true worth of that piece of terry cloth. Little did Lin Dan know how he had changed that boy's life. For one, he'd be a badminton fan for life. And possibly, he might develop a fetish for sweaty attire.
If it were me, cameras and a worldwide audience would have witnessed me burying my nose into the towel and taking a sniff. There would be that involuntary twitch and shudder. And when the cameras pan away, I excuse myself to go change my underwear...
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When the deciding point was earned when Gade sent the shuttle into the net, the crowd roared with approval and Super Dan wasted no time in showing his gratitude and appreciation to the fans and not without some relief for it was a hard-fought fight.
As he made his way out, he passed by the stands and casually tossed his towel to a small boy in the front row. The cute little tyke held the precious and priceless item in his hands and smiled innocently. Little did he know the true worth of that piece of terry cloth. Little did Lin Dan know how he had changed that boy's life. For one, he'd be a badminton fan for life. And possibly, he might develop a fetish for sweaty attire.
If it were me, cameras and a worldwide audience would have witnessed me burying my nose into the towel and taking a sniff. There would be that involuntary twitch and shudder. And when the cameras pan away, I excuse myself to go change my underwear...
Posted via LjBeetle