Murder Is My Racquet*

Watching the Men’s Beach Volleyball match between Brazil and Spain, which is scraping-the-bottom-of-the-Olympics-barrel a bit, but seems to be the only thing on at the moment except boxing.  Don’t like boxing, and it reminds me painfully of Seb, who loves it.

So, we’re on the beach and there are two massive Brazilians on one side of the net and two smaller Spaniards on the other side.  There’s whooping and cheering.  Spain are 18 – 17 up.  

“Can you believe it: that’s the second time they’ve had a huge slice of luck,” the commentator says as Brazil go 19 – 18 up.  The camera pans to the beautiful turquoise sea.  This is certainly a spectacular, beautiful Olympics.

19 all.  “The referee will keep them playing.  Don’t want to give them any time to have a pep talk to each other.”  20 – 19 to Brazil.  Set point.

Switching over to a different channel, we find Rafa playing Del Potro.  It’s the Men’s Semi Final in the tennis.  Ah, that’s better.  Not sure what surface it is – rubber maybe – it’s green though which is good.  

Have been asleep for most of the day since lunch.  Achievements of the day include:

1.  Push self hard at Spin – see attached outfit photo.

2.  Make it out for lunch with a chum.

3.  Wash hair and self.

4.  Cuddle the fluffy monster who is now confined to the house as parentals are going out.  Here he is, staring at the now-closed door:



Del Potro breaks Rafa in the first game.  “That’s a great sign for Del Potro: moving very well around the court,” the commentator says.

Del Potro bangs some massive serves down and is now 2 – 0 up, to the delight of the crowd: presumably there are a lot of Argentinians there.

“Oh look: Rafa’s got his first point,” Mum says, as he goes 15 love up in his service game.

The fluffy monster settles down on top of the piano for a rest.

Rafa wins the game, but Del Potro leads by a break 2 – 1.  There’s quite a crowd in the stadium, singing and chanting.  

The panther lies on the sofa next to me: resting his head on my thighs.  It’s hot to have a huge furry person resting on my legs.  

Del Potro is now 3 – 1 up.  Come on Rafa.

“A lot of Spaniards have made the trip but it’s the Argentines making most of the noise at the moment.”

Rafa’s 30 love up on his serve now though.

The sky is so blue there.  Despite the whooping, cheering and general excitement at the Olympic Tennis Centre, Dad has fallen asleep.

Rafa breaks back to love.  3 all.  “His form has been a revelation,” the commentator says.  “A gold medalist already with his best friend Lopez.”

Happy Saturday everyone!

*2009.  Edited by Otto Penzler.  “Fourteen original tales of love, death and tennis by today’s great writers” apparently.

2 comments

  1. snakesinthegrass2014 · August 14, 2016

    At least you get at least some Olympic coverage of countries other than your own. Here it’s ONLY American teams and athletes that we get to see. It becomes a completely one-dimensional viewing experience.

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    • waternymph88 · August 14, 2016

      Am sorry to hear that! The annoying thing for us is the time difference between here and Rio…xxx

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