Flushing Meadows that is. Arthur Ashe stadium is grossly too large - being up on the promenade makes the players seem like ants. It may be that or the sun, but most of what I saw seems like fleeting memories from some disembodied dream.
It is nice to be an Amex card holder, but I should not waste my precious blog plugging for Big American Credit Card. Instead, I would like to point you toward AOBA - pronounced just as it is written. Their indefatigable advertising, spearheaded by a pair of cute alpaca calves (are they called that?), white and brown, side by side, wearing Benetton and singing "I'd like to buy the world a Coke"...
Waittaminute, I got carried away. Anyway this is very exciting, and at the next opportunity I am going to breed some alpaca, noting my limited success at the same activity among my species. Go Aoba!!
Anyway to finish the story, I saw: Jelena Yankovic win (or as a friend calls her, Olive Oyl); Federer whip ass; and Roddick too, but I did not stay through that match. I was not sure if I was in the stadium or having an out of body experience from my perch high on above.
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