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Serve envy

Since I can't play I have been watching tennis on YouTube. Love Andy Roddick, love Andy Roddick's serve. Even though this isn't real, it is fun to watch and dream of a serve like this. So my question is this: Would you win the point?

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Karen said…
I know zilch about tennis, Susan. I did, however meet Andre Agassi (and his adorable kids) at my local Starbucks last year. I've seen him there three times since, and also once at Pei Wei. Does that count for anything?
Susan said…
I would love to meet Andre. Remember in college when we had his poster in our kitchen?
Karen said…
Oh, yeah!!! I had totally forgotten. Just think, I could have told him that as we waited for lattes..I'm sure he would have been impressed. Didn't we stick spaghetti to that poster?
Susan said…
We did stick spaghetti to it - I forgot about that. See if we all talk and put the pieces together we should be able to remember what it is we did in college.

I think you should tell him it was the one when he still had hair - albeit the mullet. Plus he wore those acid washed jean shorts with the bicycle shorts underneath it.
Karen said…
Aaaah, it's all coming back. It would be fun to put all of our memories together. Lord knows mine from that period are a tad blurry..

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