US Open is over!

I know most of the few people that read this don't give two hoots bout tennis, but I just have to say this year's US Open was just as awesome as last years easily. I was in fits yesterday when the men's final got delayed from rain. Then today it got delayed again for several hours for rain. Is it on tv? is it online? Where the hell is it?!!!

I was actually on the treadmill during the first 2 sets today and my heart rate was just spiking constantly. Was it the compression shirt? Shouldn't be. Was it me not breathing while watching? Maybe it was because my head was turned the whole time to my left and that was making my blood flow messed up? Either way, I was really getting upset about it.

At one point the treadmill Err'd on me. When this happens it just suddenly stops and beeps at you. It's the most jarring thing ever, like a punch in the gut or rake in the face. Your whole body is just thrown out of wack. In the past, out of all the things to do which I won't list, the number one way to prevent the Err of repeating for the session is to take the top of the motor housing off and leave it off. Call me superstitious.

I was already cussing up a storm from watching the match. After all no one was home and its so rare that I can be a 'boy' and act like a sub human. Also I'm in my last week of aerobic base training which is killing me. I want to run fast and let that heartbeat go where it wants to. One more week though. Today though I was seriously considering just ripping the heart monitor off and saying to hell with it.

When the treadmill Err'd, I flew off the treadmill unleashing a flurry of obscenities followed by primal screaming as I threw off the treadmill cover and flung it across the room, followed by more obscenities as I reset everything. My heart rate still never got over 147 through it all. But what a release of adrenaline. The neighbors will surely steer clear of me now.

My friend is sending me my old tennis racket though. I just want to go serve some balls at the local court. I've already found Asa a small racket and oversize balls as well for her to use. I won't lie. I've fantasized about being that 'coach dad' in the stands watching my girl play in some Grand Slam tournament. I can't imagine the grey hairs I'd get from something like that.

Here's a pic by Andrew Ong at the Open. This is Novak Djokovic's dad, Srdjan Djokovic sporting his son on his shirt. That shirt is hilarious, but really really cool too! I loved watching his Dad get all FIRED UP!