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Breakfast on the boat
Oh wait, we're in France. We ain't in Atlanta. But what can I say? I mean, you can take the girl out of the hood, but you can't take the hood out of the girl.
This morning I woke up to breakfast out on the deck. Rough way to start the day, huh? I got me some nutrient-densed eggs and potatoes, before heading out to Roland Garros.
Unfortunately, we weren't able to practice on site because of all the qualifying matches that were going on, but we got to play right across the street from the site called the Annex. It was only a five-minute walk. We got to walk through the woods and through some beautiful French garden arrangements before we got to a couple of courts. To all of ya'll who love celebrity sightings, Ana Ivanovic was practicing when we arrived. French Open champion. Yeeah, no biggie.
After a solid hit with Mademoiselle Vandeweghe, it was back to the site. Got all cleaned up before heading out to the courts to make our debut. As Ron Burgundy once said, "I don't know if you know this, but people know me." Nah, just kidding ya'll, no one knows me quite yet. I was recognized in a Chick-fil-A a couple of weeks ago, though...I don't know what's more awesome, being recognized at a fast food joint or the chicken salad sandwich at Chick-fil-A. Tough one.
Anyway, after some matches, we decided to get grub. Now, if you've never been to a Grand Slam, you're missing out, ya'll. The food is awesome! The set up is just great, and they have everything from sushi to pizza, steak and chicken, to straight up quiches. We had a little mishap on the food line, though---my credential didn't have money on it yet, and the credit card wasn't working. Oh yeah, people were screaming at us, throwing food at us. It was foul.
After the whole digestion process, I went to yet another facility called the Paris Racing club. Absolutely awesome. Can we just talk about this for a second?---This club had 55 courts. 55 COURTS! From hard, to grass, to red clay---they had it all. There was this one court that was straight up built around a TREE! Riddle me that, Dre!
Oh, but the day was far from over. Tonight we had company on the boat. Team Vandeweghe showed up. Remember how I talked about watching the movie "Thor"? Well, long story short, the whole reason as to why we watched that movie was because Tom Gullikson said he would have loved to be named Thor, and he wished he could have been a viking. Coco and Chuck, being the gangsters that they are, decided it would be great to go watch the movie in his honor. So, yes, long story short, when I announced that the boat's name was Viking, it was just meant to be. Kimbo got the grub, we fixed it up (I made the chicken, which I was told was phenomenal---you can quote me on that), and we played some backgammon.
Another beautiful night on the boat and another successful day in Paris. Life is so darn good. Goodnight and bonne chance.