Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Twas the Night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the courts,
not one ball was bouncing, of any kind or sort.
The rackets were strung in the club house with care,
in hopes that Federer would soon be there.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of Rafa danced in their heads.
And mamma in her short skirt, and I in my Nike cap,
had just settled our legs for a post-season nap.
When out on the courts there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the clubhouse I flew like a flash
to see the ghost of old Arthur Ashe.
The moon shone brightly on the courts just below,
where tennis ‘s greats gathered to put on a show.
When what to my wondering eyes would appear,
Was McEnroe and Bjorg, having a beer.
And over by the keg, there was such a loud laughter,
it was Federer shouting “I’ll write the next chapter.”
“From the Australian and French, to Wimbeldon and the Open,
I’ve won the most titles, and given you all a roping .”
“I’ve beat Roddick, beat Murray, Djokovic and Fish,
Tsonga, Del Potro, Soderling, Y’all wish.
Berdych, Ferrer, Monfis and Nadal,
I’ve beaten you one, I’ve beaten you all !”
Full of himself and his Christmas cheer,
he toasted them all and downed another beer.
Then he filled the clubhouse full of RF apparel,
as he chanted “Endorsements” as his main Christmas carol.
Then he hopped in his paid for Mercedes Benz,
and said “All good things must come to an end.”
As he drove away in a flash, clear out of sight,
you could here him exclaim, “..but it won’t be without a fight!”
Merry Christmas to you and your families, and a blessed New Year !!!
Posted by Captain Fantastic at 10:31 AM