1.30.2009

TV Torment

I honestly believe that my father would make a great tennis coach, sans the screaming and loud heaves. That being said, the Australian Open semifinal match tonight was unbelievably nervewracking for my father and me to watch. I'm glad we had to leave the house for a birthday dinner before my father and I could pound the TV into smithereens. After approximately five painstakingly long hours, the one we rooted for lost although it was a very close and tough fight. And now we dread watching the final match.

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