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Free Writing - Take 71

I was going to write a mini review, but I'm not thinking straight. The movie mattered so much more last night, more specifically yesterday morning, but I was watching tennis. I watched again tonight. Serena won and she's everything that is wrong with sports in my mind. I've always hated players like her, Connors, Nadal and even the young Djokovic. Players who can't seem to ever get beaten, even on a single shot, without glaring at a lines person, yelling at themselves or checking their racquet. Then of course, there is the Nadal special, where the second you start to lose, you suddenly have a limp, which you explain after the match had been bothering you all week. You know, the week where you didn't lose a service game until the semis and won 74% of your serves. Yeah, tough going. Serena takes it to a new level now. She complains before the tournament even begins. She's sick, sore, injured, not in the right frame of mind or is she on drugs/drunk as was evident earlier this year. The reality is that it's never done by the lesser players, because they can't get away with it and they know it. You don't see a guy ranked #65, bandaged head to toe complaining, so why should the number one player ever do it? I'm not taking anything away from her talent, but why?

OK, who the hell cares about tennis anyway. Wow, a second paragraph in free writing. I'm starting over instead of starting a new one. I'm at my wits end. I can tolerate not hearing, not listening, not understanding, but if you are talking with me, I'm going to assume you care. If you don't, we can easily rectify this situation. I'll save my breath, my time and my patience. I won't bother anyone who doesn't feel like I'm worth their time. If remembering what I told you the last time we spoke is a chore, let's not speak the first time. If I'm talking about one thing, but your issue is so important that you decide to tell it to me through interruption, I'll let that slide a handful of times, but don't be surprised if I'm not there for the third or fourth time. Finally, if we're together and you feel the need to get up and walk out of the room for anything other than relieving yourself, then please let me finish. I promise, your text, your call or whatever you feel you need to hold in your hand to better hear me with, can wait. What's the old expression? Treat me like I'm unimportant seven times, shame on me, do it enough times I'm not going to let it happen again, enjoy talking to yourself.

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