We're not big royal watchers down here. I remember wandering into a bar last year on some remote stretch of coast during a surf trip and seeing the wedding on the TV. "Oh, right - this is happening today" was our reaction. Nice dress, nice bum. About a beer later, we wondered what else was on a flicked over to some cricket.
We do appreciate our tennis though - much unlike Bobby Martinez. It's a good game and when Federer or some of the other top seeds are involved, it's really pretty awesome to watch. Women's tennis, well, I needn't elaborate there.
So, this last rainy Sunday, I crawled under the duvet after an aborted mission for waves and put the Wimbledon Final on. I was behind Federer. Not because I've got anything against Murray - I just enjoy watching the British sport viewing public have their soul crushed. And Federer is awesome.
Between points, they showed shots of the schlebs in the royal box. The PM was there, Boris Johnson was there. David Beckam was accompanied by a well dressed skeleton. The Duchess and her sister were there. William, apparently, had 'existing commitments'. Understandable. The guy is no stranger to furious seas and routinely plucks the stranded from it in his rescue chopper.
Once Roger had regained the trophy, and Murray had regained some composure, pictures began to surface of this 'existing commitment'. The boytjie went surfing with his boet. That's pretty awesome in my book. Laughing off some of the best seats in the house, for what could have been a historic moment for his nation's sporting achievments to catch a few waves. Good on ya, mate!
Cynics may sneer at his bodyboard and lack of fins, but c'mon - it's better than staying dry. And you never know - maybe he's stand-up surfing that thing and embracing the finless revolution. That'll put you and your quiver of thrusters in your place. The finless revolution - probably the only revolution a royal can enjoy and keep his head on his shoulders. One criticism though, looking at the others, he can lose the booties, I reckon.
Harry is also looking pretty dangerous there. No doubt looking forward to a post-surf spliff in the parking lot followed by some beers and banter whilst scoping out the chicks. Because: he's Harry and that's how he rolls.
If the lads keep it up, maybe they can swing an entry to next years Tand Invitational.
We do appreciate our tennis though - much unlike Bobby Martinez. It's a good game and when Federer or some of the other top seeds are involved, it's really pretty awesome to watch. Women's tennis, well, I needn't elaborate there.
So, this last rainy Sunday, I crawled under the duvet after an aborted mission for waves and put the Wimbledon Final on. I was behind Federer. Not because I've got anything against Murray - I just enjoy watching the British sport viewing public have their soul crushed. And Federer is awesome.
Between points, they showed shots of the schlebs in the royal box. The PM was there, Boris Johnson was there. David Beckam was accompanied by a well dressed skeleton. The Duchess and her sister were there. William, apparently, had 'existing commitments'. Understandable. The guy is no stranger to furious seas and routinely plucks the stranded from it in his rescue chopper.
Once Roger had regained the trophy, and Murray had regained some composure, pictures began to surface of this 'existing commitment'. The boytjie went surfing with his boet. That's pretty awesome in my book. Laughing off some of the best seats in the house, for what could have been a historic moment for his nation's sporting achievments to catch a few waves. Good on ya, mate!
"Just tell her to suck it and deal with it. I'll check her later. Sorry, what? No, he's up against Federer. He's going to lose anyway." |
Harry is also looking pretty dangerous there. No doubt looking forward to a post-surf spliff in the parking lot followed by some beers and banter whilst scoping out the chicks. Because: he's Harry and that's how he rolls.
If the lads keep it up, maybe they can swing an entry to next years Tand Invitational.
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