Total toast. But they went down smiling and having fun. That’s what counts, right? (Let’s just say it does.) The first set was a massacre as Rafa and Tomeu were bageled. Tomeu? Three foot faults in one game. One game. One to cause a double fault. Rafa went over to look at the line, Tomeu’s feet, and then smiled at the line judge. That didn’t stop the foot faults, though, and a bagel didn’t stop the Lemondrop Boys from smiling and talking on the end of set change over.
The second set was a bit more competitive, but just a bit. When Rafa and Tomeu won their first game, there was a HUGE roar from the crowd. Rafa smiled and waved. I almost died laughing. At one point, Rafa pulled in a string near the armpit on his shirt…it just kept coming. He wasn’t the one receiving serve, so one of the Bryan Bros served. Tomeu netted the ball and Rafa looked non-plussed. I think if he’d had greater hope of winning, that would have pissed him off. During the change-over, he continued to pull in the string and, at one point, tried to bite it to cut it. This gave the impression that he was chomping on his arm-pit. Again, I was amused.
It was obvious Rafa and Tomeu are good friends and went into this knowing Tomeu would be seriously out-gunned. They just seemed to accept that, gave it a shot, but weren’t going to beat themselves up if it didn’t work. So, so many smiles and laughs. I’ve never seen Rafa laugh all the way through his service prep right up until the ball toss.
So, my bottom line? Screw the score. That match was oodles of fun and I just feel lucky to have seen it. The TV cameras were on and maned during the match – was it broadcast anywhere?