take good care, someone who i never knew
McEroe convinced Borg to keep trophies.
..."And then when John McEnroe called me several times and wondered what I was doing, I guess I woke up: - Borg, what has gotten in to you? Have you gone completely nuts?”" [Borg] said.
Andre Agassi had also urged Borg not to sell the silver gilt trophies that had been expected to fetch $350,000 to $525,000 at the Bonhams auction house in London.
“But clearly McEnroe convinced me,” Borg said.
The long-haired Swede won his five Wimbledons between 1976 and 1980,including a five-setter over McEnroe in his last final. Borg also won six French Open titles before retiring at 26.
I love going to the library to check out the Pernice Brothers, listening to "The Ballad of Bjorn Borg", abusing Wikipedia like it's 2005, and finding out that reality is cooler than I am after all.
"The Ballad of Bjorn Borg", by the Pernice Brothers
Sitting on the top of everything. Sweetly irritate what you can't leave alone. Hottest summer in a hundred years. Molten bulkhead burns your hands while you would sleep. All around her words were fading in like a cryptic dying. And we knew that what we had was nothing that we wanted. Then the waves, they broke around her. And we killed the endless summer. Pray the season never ends; it slams headlong into the other one.
edit>> listening to "Cornulla Breakdown" (even if the stars go out on me tonight/ even if the moon bleeds out its blood for light/ i know i can't take her love as your memory drifts in like a samba/ it's hard to be true/ i'm still in love with you) is sort of making me all weepy, and I strangely realized how I miss people I used to talk to a lot online who are never there anymore. Lame, I know, but BP and I are talking about the mysterious Aki who is never here anymore, and I suddenly miss her a lot. And especially anibe, who I would never get to talk to anyway. So to both of you, "Even if the sun burns out my love for life, I know I can't; I'm still in love with you."
..."And then when John McEnroe called me several times and wondered what I was doing, I guess I woke up: - Borg, what has gotten in to you? Have you gone completely nuts?”" [Borg] said.
Andre Agassi had also urged Borg not to sell the silver gilt trophies that had been expected to fetch $350,000 to $525,000 at the Bonhams auction house in London.
“But clearly McEnroe convinced me,” Borg said.
The long-haired Swede won his five Wimbledons between 1976 and 1980,including a five-setter over McEnroe in his last final. Borg also won six French Open titles before retiring at 26.
I love going to the library to check out the Pernice Brothers, listening to "The Ballad of Bjorn Borg", abusing Wikipedia like it's 2005, and finding out that reality is cooler than I am after all.
"The Ballad of Bjorn Borg", by the Pernice Brothers
Sitting on the top of everything. Sweetly irritate what you can't leave alone. Hottest summer in a hundred years. Molten bulkhead burns your hands while you would sleep. All around her words were fading in like a cryptic dying. And we knew that what we had was nothing that we wanted. Then the waves, they broke around her. And we killed the endless summer. Pray the season never ends; it slams headlong into the other one.
edit>> listening to "Cornulla Breakdown" (even if the stars go out on me tonight/ even if the moon bleeds out its blood for light/ i know i can't take her love as your memory drifts in like a samba/ it's hard to be true/ i'm still in love with you) is sort of making me all weepy, and I strangely realized how I miss people I used to talk to a lot online who are never there anymore. Lame, I know, but BP and I are talking about the mysterious Aki who is never here anymore, and I suddenly miss her a lot. And especially anibe, who I would never get to talk to anyway. So to both of you, "Even if the sun burns out my love for life, I know I can't; I'm still in love with you."