My recital will form a musical brainstorm
Powerful sound waves where ear drums are torn
The performer recites, competitors ignite
Audiences tonight I came to incite...
Everytime Andy Roddick takes the court my patriotism is severly tested. Typically, the American in any draw always gets my rooting interest. With the complete dearth of US tennis players on the men's side outside of Roddick and an occasional James Blake moment, we don't get too many chances to root on our countrymen deep into tourneys.
You see, Roddick is an avowed Husker fan. I bleed Black and Gold. Andy, we have issues.
But dammit, he's still an American, albeit a rougue, twisted, sod busting type. He's moved his base to Austin rather than the scourge of dirt east of God's Country. He's married to a girl that is very SG approved. He's playing some pocket knife making human-dynasty and is a huge underdog. That same opponent comes on the court looking like a cross between Liberace and 1980's Dance Fever John Travolta (thanks Nike.) Hell, it's Fourth of July weekend. It's not like it's Larry the Cable Guy or Tom Osbourne playing out there! U-S-A! U-S-A!
Then he goes and loses in an epic five setter. Can you blame him, he's from Nebraska.
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