I realize that most of you don’t care, but Monday marks the beginning of Wimbledon 2008. When I think of Wimbledon, I think of all those times as a kid sitting in front of the TV watching John McEnroe vs. Bjorn Borg rooting against the hippie Swede.

If I’d known what a complete prick the guy was in real life I might have done otherwise. I didn’t get to see Mac when he was in town a few years ago for an exhibition, but I heard from a reliable source that, even at a small-time exhibition he was cussing up a storm in front of kids arguing line calls. It was cute at 18, not so much at 47. Check out the fine example he’s setting for the young ball-boy in the first clip below.

Stay classy, John, stay classy.

Posted by Preston Taylor Holmes @ 4:42 pm
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1. When I think of Wimbledon, I think of the nightmare traffic around my house for the next couple of weeks. Or I think of how much I COULD rent my house for if I could be bothered to clean it up and get out… (It’s about 20 minutes from my front door to the the tennis club)

   comment by Vol Abroad — Sunday, June 22, 2008 @ 12:00 pm

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