I'm proud of Paul
He lost today, but that was fairly expected. He was playing the #1 seed in the tournament, and it was that guy's first match. Paul's been playing two matches everyday since he got down there. He's bloody tired. But damn, I'm seriously proud of him. He got past the qualifiers and into the tournament.
He now has 1/2 of an ATP point. If he gets four points, he could go pro. Not that he would, but still, that's just pretty damn cool.
And he did take a set off the guy he played today. Paul's a damn good tennis player, and I'm really proud of him.
Oh, and in doubles, he does have enough points to go pro. He and the guy he's been playing with looked up their standings on the net. They're ranked second to last in the world, right in front of some Hatian dudes. I laughed. That's just awesome though.
I don't know if Paul will ever have what it takes to go pro, but I'm still really proud of him, and it's cool to know that my good friend and future college roommate has half an ATP point.
And after he gets back from New York, he may just have a full point. Or two. Wouldn't really surprise me any. I saw him make the most awesome tennis shot I've ever seen in the Nolan parking lot one day. There were some juniors in the parking lot who were being serious punks in their truck, I think they were jacking with people's cars and stuff.
These guys have to be a hundred yards, easy, from where we all are. So Paul grabs a racquet and a ball from his trunk, bounces the ball once, and launches it. Damned if it doesn't hit the driver of the truck right in the side of the face. The guy looked all pissed off, started to drive his truck over, and Paul just kinda shook his racquet back and forth, like "no you don't." I think when they saw that we had the numbers advantage they thought better of it, and they left Nolan.
Still one of the most awesome things I've ever seen. Granted a lot of it was luck, which is one of the first things he said when the ball hit that guy, but still.
So anyway, I just got off the phone with him, and was thoroughly impressed. Maybe someday SI will send me to Wimbledon to interview him. Wouldn't that be some shit?
I found myself a new kick ass song, too. Default "Sick and Tired." I'm a happy guy. Well, I'm slowly suffocating in my own home, but other than that, life is good. Well, that and I miss Natalie terribly. But yeah, life could be worse. I'm really damn proud of my friend.
And before too long Bill ought to get his computer, so maybe I'll finally hear from him again. Man, that'd be nice. I really miss Bill. I really wish that guy didn't have to leave. Amazing guy, and I really miss having him around. It'll be so good to hear from him.
As for me, my life is officially dead. Thankfully, Paul is coming home tonight. Hopefully he can get me out of here for even a few hours. Cabin fever does not even begin to describe. I want out!
Christian is such a punk. He hasn't been answering Paul's calls, and he won't even talk to me because he knows what I'm going to talk to him about. But he's not going to be able to run from this for very long. If Paul has to show up at his house and knock on his door with the bill in his hand, he will. It's only a matter of time before Christian has to answer for his fuckup.
That's my life, to this point. Natalie's mom should be here momentarily to get the car. So I'm going to go comb my hair. I'm a bloody mess.
He now has 1/2 of an ATP point. If he gets four points, he could go pro. Not that he would, but still, that's just pretty damn cool.
And he did take a set off the guy he played today. Paul's a damn good tennis player, and I'm really proud of him.
Oh, and in doubles, he does have enough points to go pro. He and the guy he's been playing with looked up their standings on the net. They're ranked second to last in the world, right in front of some Hatian dudes. I laughed. That's just awesome though.
I don't know if Paul will ever have what it takes to go pro, but I'm still really proud of him, and it's cool to know that my good friend and future college roommate has half an ATP point.
And after he gets back from New York, he may just have a full point. Or two. Wouldn't really surprise me any. I saw him make the most awesome tennis shot I've ever seen in the Nolan parking lot one day. There were some juniors in the parking lot who were being serious punks in their truck, I think they were jacking with people's cars and stuff.
These guys have to be a hundred yards, easy, from where we all are. So Paul grabs a racquet and a ball from his trunk, bounces the ball once, and launches it. Damned if it doesn't hit the driver of the truck right in the side of the face. The guy looked all pissed off, started to drive his truck over, and Paul just kinda shook his racquet back and forth, like "no you don't." I think when they saw that we had the numbers advantage they thought better of it, and they left Nolan.
Still one of the most awesome things I've ever seen. Granted a lot of it was luck, which is one of the first things he said when the ball hit that guy, but still.
So anyway, I just got off the phone with him, and was thoroughly impressed. Maybe someday SI will send me to Wimbledon to interview him. Wouldn't that be some shit?
I found myself a new kick ass song, too. Default "Sick and Tired." I'm a happy guy. Well, I'm slowly suffocating in my own home, but other than that, life is good. Well, that and I miss Natalie terribly. But yeah, life could be worse. I'm really damn proud of my friend.
And before too long Bill ought to get his computer, so maybe I'll finally hear from him again. Man, that'd be nice. I really miss Bill. I really wish that guy didn't have to leave. Amazing guy, and I really miss having him around. It'll be so good to hear from him.
As for me, my life is officially dead. Thankfully, Paul is coming home tonight. Hopefully he can get me out of here for even a few hours. Cabin fever does not even begin to describe. I want out!
Christian is such a punk. He hasn't been answering Paul's calls, and he won't even talk to me because he knows what I'm going to talk to him about. But he's not going to be able to run from this for very long. If Paul has to show up at his house and knock on his door with the bill in his hand, he will. It's only a matter of time before Christian has to answer for his fuckup.
That's my life, to this point. Natalie's mom should be here momentarily to get the car. So I'm going to go comb my hair. I'm a bloody mess.