Preamble: We’ve been watching and enjoying the Australian Open. We both play tennis and enjoy watching good play. I might mention that I also enjoy rock concerts. In general, I have no philosophical problem with mixing genres. It was worth a try to mix rock concert with tennis coverage. For me, it utterly failed. The hype spoils the game for me. I want the loudest voice on the tennis coverage to be the Thwack of a well-hit shot. To contextualize the game of tennis (a game of centimeters) with giant dimensions does not serve it well. And, it certainly doesn’t serve me well. I want to skip over all that part and get to the tennis.
It’s a Hoopla, and Koopla, and WOWness and Feel!
A Laser of Rainbows and Medleys of Steel!
Australian regalia and Wimbledon shouts
It’s jeering and cheering and drunken old louts!
It’s Fireworks a Poppin’ and the Gonging of Gongs!
It’s screaming the dreaming and shouting of songs!
It’s Christmas and New Year and Eastertime crosses!
We’ve Icons and Symbols and Cherrypicked Glosses!
Each Shot is aMAZing and Dazing and Crazily Fine!
Each Sigh is a Feast that’s complete with red Wine!
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