Posted in New York, tagged Andy Murray, chocolate, federer, Flushing Meadows. New York, Lindt, Manhattan, Murray, NYC, tennis, US Open on September 11, 2012 | 4 Comments »
Dear Staff team in Manhattan in one of My stores,
I was just passing and noticed this. You did a great job on the window dressing. Next time you decide to use a picture of Me I’d be very grateful if you could include My legs, feet and toes, rather than put them in the ground.
You’re fired.
You may continue to have the usual staff 1.2% discount in store until the end of the week. Also could you clean the graffiti off the wall on your way out.
PF xxx
Posted in New York, tagged federer, Olympics, roger federer, tennis, Twitter, US Open on September 6, 2012 | 16 Comments »
Hello My fans!
I am fine. You’re welcome.
I need to share some important informations.
About two weeks agoat, My staff and I came to the Big Apples to do the relaxing times and go to the shopping. I bought one of those Space Pens here last year. Apparently they are supposed to write on anything but when I went to autograph one of My watches for Myself I discovered to My horror that it doesn’t write on gold. I kept the receipt so came here for the refunds.
I chose not to enter in the US Open this time because I achieved My goals for the year. Namely:
- Become the number one seedling
- Win Platinum at the Olympics (tennis)
- Learn to cook Cannelloni con Ricotta e Spinaci
- Fly a kite
However, to My dismay I discovered someone doing the impersonatings entered in the US Open tennis pretending to be Me! When I first heard about it I said, “Oh really, is he funny?”.
My true fans will know it isn’t Me. For a beginning, everybody knows I only play against players ranked lower than four thousand, two hundred and ninety eight until at least the semi-finals. Secondly the imposter has been wearing different color socks to My last tournament. Lastly he made the struttings around the court in a manner that was not humble.
One of My staff took an electronic photograph and caught the imposter with red hands. Guilty! Look for yourselves.
What will he do next? Open a twitter account and start making the tweetings? It isn’t that I mind, after all, as they say, imitation is the best form of flattening.
Anyway, let’s look forward to Saint David’s Cup. There is no tennis on before then.
Love as always,
PF xxx
Posted in New York, tagged Andy Murray, Djokovic, federer, Mercedes, Murray, Nadal, roger federer, Springsteen, tennis, Thunder Road on September 4, 2012 | 9 Comments »
Because I made the walking over in My last match I had some spare times so called one of My friends Bruce Springsteen. He was so excited and pleased to hear from Me that invited me for the sleep over. I said yes and arranged for staff to pack My RF overnight bag. Whilst there us two great GOATs penned a new and updated version of Thunder Road.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the GOAT presents: Thunder GOAT
My locker door slams, Mirky’s dress waves
Like a vision she texts in the player’s box as the GOAT plays
The commentators singing for the GOAT-ly
Hey, that’s me and I want me only
Don’t pass the line again, I just can’t face Nadal, Nole or Murray again
Don’t run back inside and do a cross court pass, you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking that maybe I ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the GOAT
I am a beauty and, yes, I’m alright
Oh, and that’s alright with me
You can hide ‘neath your injuries and study your pain
Take time-outs, throw racquets but you’ll have to answer to Tommy Haas again
Waste your summer playing in vain
For a GOAT to rise from these streets
Well now, I am a hero, that’s understood
All the redemption I can offer, fans, is on any court not made of clay (apart from blue)
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey, what else can I do now?
Except get staff to roll down the window and let the wind blow back My hair
Well, the Mercedes is busting open, these two lanes will take Me anywhere
I got one last chance to make it to Rio
I don’t have to trade in these wings for My wheels
Climb in back, Fed Force One is waiting down on the track
Oh oh, come take my RF brand
We’re going out tomorrow to case the next tournament
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder GOAT
Oh, Thunder GOAT, oh, Thunder GOAT
Lying out there like a GOAT in the sun
Hey, I know the shot is wide, but I can make it if I run
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder GOAT
Sit tight, take hold, Thunder GOAT
Well, I got this racquet and I learned how to make it talk
And My plane’s out back if you’re ready to take that long walk
From your small house to my Palace Porch
The door’s not often open and the ride it most certainly isn’t free
And I know the commentators are desperate for the words I have spoken
And tonight they’ll mention my name, no matter who is playing, no matter who has been broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the players I sent away
They haunt these dusty courts in the skeleton frames of burned-out tennis players
They scream My name at night in the street
Pictures of My victory lie in rags at their feet
And in My sparkling garage before dawn
You hear My Mercedes engines rolling on
And when I get to My porch, staff bow
So Mirky, climb in
It’s a town full of Little Guys, I’m pulling out of here to win
Here is the original version:
R.I.P. the great Clarence Clemens and Danny Federici
Posted in New York, tagged A-Rod, Andy Roddick, del potro, Djokovic, federer, Murray, Nadal, rafa, Roddick, tennis, Twitter, Wimbledon on September 2, 2012 | 18 Comments »
Hello Andy Rod and fans,
I wish to continue the theme of my bloggings to never make this about Me.
A few days ago one of the biggest characters of the sport made the announcements that he has reached the age of retirement. Quite surprising as he doesn’t look that old to Me but to the GOAT, everybody looks young.
I first heard about it from a member of staff who gently wrapped on My door whilst I was watching videos of Myself admiring the techniques. He said, “May I interrupt you, GOAT”? I replied, “Only for a moment, enter. I had no idea My stats were that good.”
When he told Me about Andy I made the shocked faces. It was one of those moments you never forgot in your life; where you were, which staff member you were with, which Rolex from the collection you were wearing. At first I was angry that Mr. Rodrickson hadn’t made the permissions with Me about this announcement. But then I did the sentimentals.
I came into this tournament with the high expectations and motivations to make H18TORY but something has changed inside of Me.
Are my records the most important thing in the world?
Is it important that I am better in all records than Pistol Peter?
Should I continue My long standing friendship with Mr. Wimbledon?
Shall I continue to choose not to win Roland Garros?
Will I always smile and agree at being called the GOAT?
The answer to these questions is obviously a round YES. But is there more to the life than Me? Andy’s announcement has forced Me to be internalspective and look inside of Myself for deep answers about what else matters.
Recently I used the tweetings technology to inform you all that I haven’t yet decided whether to win the US Open this year. I will decide over the course of this next week, probably during a match. If, and this is an if of significant proportionings, I decide not to win, it will be a loss dedicated to Mr. Rodrickson. I will then urge everybody in the world, yes, all of My fans, to temporarily switch the support and help Andy win this tournament. Make the “R” stand for Rodrickson. He should go out with styles. Maybe I will lend him one of My cardigans? Maybe I will ask My friend Anna Winterbottom to design something for him. Hmmm, I am wearing My Thoughtful Hat making the out-loud thinkings .
You know tennis is not everything in life. Making the retirements is always an option we should all consider. Especially Djokovic, Nadal, Murray, Ferrer, Tsonga, Berdych, Del Potro (too tall), Tipsarevic and Isner (too tall) et al. I may also do the considerings Myself. Well, a couple of years after these have left. We have to think of the fans too.
I know the big tennis bosses don’t like players with the strong personalities, they want quiet obedient ones, even though personalities make the sport so great. But we’ll be losing a great personality after this tournament. Goodbye Mr. Rodrickson, the sport will never be the same again. Take care and best of luck in your next adventures. You will really miss Me.
PF xxx
