Like the prodigal son, I have returned. California was everything I expected it would be and more. From the mountains, to the palm trees to the ocean white with foam, (well I was actually in the desert and barely saw the ocean but I know it’s there and totally able to picture it white with foam as the lyrics can attest to) God Blessed California and I certainly could make it my home. It is spectacular.
Indian Wells, California was the home of the BNP Parabas Tennis Tournament and it did not disappoint. (Well other than Rafa losing to that damn Djokovic) It was a huge success. Souvenirs of the big event were selling off the shelves. The most popular items were the Roger That!, and Vamos Rafa t-shirts. I have come up with a couple of ideas for some additional tennis ware. If you’ve got the hate on for Djokovic (like myself) then how about No Djo! Or Say It Ain’t Djo! Or perhaps you are among the few die hard Serbian fans out there so how about ‘Get Your No Djo On!’ or Novak Djokovic is No Djok! Personally, I am torn between Roger Federer and Rafa Nadal which leads me to my all time favourite I would like to see on a t-shirt, “In Need Of Some R&R - Rafa & Roger”
The tennis was fabulous and as Ripley’s claims, believe it or not, I have not one complaint. Wait. Spoke too soon. There was a smoker’s corner just outside the women’s washroom where the second hand smoke was thick and deadly. Oddly enough the conversation overheard amongst the smokers was the concern of nuclear fallout from Japan making its way to the California coast. Yes, radiation can make you sick and eventually kill you. Unlike cigarette smoking which apparently does not.
Good to be back though. Wasn’t back two hours when I flipped the bird to a very bad driver here in TO. God that felt good!
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