What is My Game? Muzz, Sodemort, Djoker and Ljubs

Head presents a new series of commercials: What is My Game?

Wobin Sodermort says his game is classical just like his Prestige stick.



But we all know it's pretty simple: see ball, hit ball (as hard as possible).

The Djoker claims running every down ball and accelerating aggressively into his shots like the Speed is his game.



But we all know it's about flirting with the ladies: Caro, Ana, Petko, etc.

Old Man Ljubs claims to like extreme spin and power, but he's anything but that.



Muzz loves to surprise people with the variety of strokes from his Radical.



Yawn! Such a bore!

Roland Garros 2010: Mr. Clean Dances

Mr. Clean hit the shot of the day to bring up match point, in response to an approach shot that Fish just murdered. I wish I could show a video but you know how it is during Slams. Here's what Tigs had to say:

Ljubicic hits his backhand with such a closed face and a flat swing path that you can’t believe the ball can get over the net and down into the court consistently. It does. Ljubicic walks with deliberation between points. He looks a little stiff. But he’s flexible enough to hit a deft backhand crosscourt pass [block] to set up match point. Fish is crushed. Ljubicic breaks into a swivel-hip dance. He looks like he’s rolling an invisible hula-hoop around his waist. He walks to the baseline and ends this two-day epic with an ace. It’s the highlight of the first week so far.

Kudos to Mr. Clean to win 6-2 6-7 (8) 4-6 6-2 10-8.

In other news, Nails capitulated to Franny 4 and 2. Le Sad.



Demmy clawed her way to victory over CanWoz after taking the path of most resistance (6-7 [2] 6-3 6-4).



Unsurprisingly, MaKiri took out Sveta (6-3 2-6 6-4) for the second time in a month (she beat Sveta in Madrid). Sveta will sink to a #18 in the rankings after Roland Garros. The Roland Garros curse is official.

King and Queen of the Desert

After a week where counterpunchers were rewarded for playing consistent tennis, the tide changed this Sunday out in Indian Wells.

Sunshine just couldn't switch to a Plan B of attacking tennis, when Drama Queen kept taking control of the points.



In the end, Drama Queen couldn't lift her 35 pound trophy, but takes home a big enough check to go toward her huge home in San Diego.



ARod's grinding ways could not withstand Ljubs cunning attacks.



Aww. Isn't it sweet to see an ordinary-looking couple share their joys by kissing?



Methinks, the glamor index at Indian Wells was kept from exploding as we didn't get to see ARod and BDeck kiss.

IW's Finals Preview

Well Indian Wells this year turned out totally unexpected in terms of who survived. Who would have thought ...?

ARod toughed out a semifinal win against Sod ...



so that he gets to face a 31 year old guy who only hits about an hour a day, and who beat the most evil topspin forehand in tennis (i.e. Rafa).



Drama Queen was gifted a place in the finals because Sam forgot to keep the ball in,



and she hopes to be mentally tougher (not!) than Miss Sunshine, who now owes her best friend Aggie dinner.



Now to stop blogging and watch some tennis.