So here I am on my trusty couch watching Yanina Wickmayer play tennis at the ASB Classic 2011.
Why does Wickmayer say WHOOPEE everytime she hits the ball?
Apparently it helps with the timing of the shot but as things stand it looks as though Yanina will meet Grunting Maria Sharapova in the final.
Holy Cow. The birds in the domain won’t know what’s hit them.
But this is one of my pleasures of summer. I’ve been going to Stanley Street or watching it on the TV for as long as I can remember.
Back in the day it was the Benson and Hedges Open. Tobacco paying for players to puff for our entertainment. On grass! Onny Parun with a piece of string in his mouth to keep his body from falling apart and his chin taking out the eyes of the front row. And that Hat!!!
Brian Fairlie. There was an athlete’s body.
One lunged Kelly Evernden. How come his chest was symmetrical when it was missing half it’s innards?
And brave Brett Steven battling late in the night to be the bridesmaid but how we cheered.
Yes my arse bears the scars from the concrete of the Yock Stand. Possibly the worst grandstand in professional sport today.
But this year we see that Stanley Street has been zjuzzed with a new permanent clubhouse and stand on the southern end and I’m proud to say as an Aucklander that it looks like a dog’s breakfast. Oh eventually it's going to look flash they say
But today, Centre Court now has stands on all 4 sides. And none of them relate to the other at all. It’s ad-hoc mayhem. It’s a mess. But that’s what we do.
Eden Park. 4 different designs. 2 different coloured seats.
Mt Smart. 3 different stands and nothing on the north side. U2 had to bring their own for that side.
North Harbour. Well we only got halfway through that one.
Comparing our kit with the Cake Tin, re-developed Lancaster Park and Dunedin’s new indoor wonder should never be done as we will only start self-harming.
Idiosyncratic, higgledy-piggledy, cheap. Like a slum that’s been given a makeover. That’s the Auckland we all love.