surprisedI heard a little skitter by the door, but didn't look up, because i was busy watching Roddick serve the fuck out of Federer (and you know, if i was being serviced at 145 mph, i'd have a lot of love too), and then when i did look, there was a huge, Franklin & Marshall sized grey squirrel chilling out on the little rug by the door.
After they flashed the current standings on the screen, he scampered back outside. I wonder who he's rooting for?
