Philip isn’t a tennis player. He’s been a great sport,
though, as I’ve had Wibledon- and Andy Murray-fever. He even knows a few names in
Men’s Tennis now, like Federer, del Potro & Djokovic.
This morning during the match between Federer and del Potro,
I tried to explain the scoring system so that Philip would understand why the third
set seemed to be never ending. He wanted to understand – really, he did. And he
caught a lot but…
Later I pondered, “I wonder how they decide who receives the Bronze
medal in tennis?” Philip pleaded, “When you find out, please don’t try to
explain it to me. I love you - and I don’t mean in the sense that tennis uses Love -
but I’m too stupid for that game.”
Philip is about as far from stupid as you can get. However, I didn’t
tell him when I found out that there is simply a consolation match between the semi-final losers for the Bronze medal. J
