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Author: EffyDurach
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 4 - Published: 07-05-05 - Updated: 07-05-05 - id:1955560

The Greek Gods of Tennis

An ode to those players..

Under the glistening sun of London's turf,

Two men faced one another,

On the same grass like last summer,

Which hadn't grown an inch further.

One was a strong-willed Swiss man,

Whose returns could make Agassi run,

And whose services had earned a many,

Gentleman's singles trophy.

The other was the younger American,

Tall, fair with chiseled jaws,

Whose smashing first serves,

Contrasted his witty persona.

They stood on the lush-green court,

Eye to eye and foot to foot,

They fought one another with energy,

With a third eye on golden victory.

Alas, what could be said..

About the sparks that took place,

When every ball hit the court,

Whipping the grass as it trot.

While the American Coyote,

Used more of his trademark serves,

He failed to impress the referee,

Sitting on the tall chair with keen eyes.

The young Swiss road-runner,

With the innocent dimpled face,

Was clearly becoming the winner,

As his shots never missed even by a trace.

From Washington Generals,

To Harlem Globetrotters,

The spectators lay mesmerized,

Feeling sorry for the ball,

That had been victimized.

At midday noon near the net,

Stood two perspiring sportsmen,

On par in skill and prowess,

Yet only one remained victor.

The wild coyote had lost again,

To the Swiss master lawn mower,

Who with a gentle smile,

Patted the back of his comrade.

But the battle isn't over,

For more wars are to be fought,

Between these two geniuses,

Of the game of racquet and sport.

The contest would continue,

Between these two Greek Gods,

Who are not only gifted in skill,

But also in admirable beauty.

..--..

Quotes: "I hit him with the kitchen sink, and he went out and got the bath-tub."- Andy Roddick.

"It's hard for him, you know.." -Roger Federer.

"I'd love to hate you- but you're really nice."- Andy Roddick.

"I won't get bored so easily, so I am sorry." - Roger Federer.

"I am sure he has a flaw somewhere.. but I don't know him that well. I could look into it for you though."- Andy Roddick.


A/N:

Ah, well. I was probably drunk when I wrote this. But I have no regrets. I really do admire them.

Don't worry guys, I will be updating Labyrinth soon.



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