Brophs
The One and Only
Right, I'm high on paprika Pringles and I'm about to throw out enough ifs to print an entire run of the complete works of Rudyard Kipling, but hear me out.
Let's say Nadal, already 2 slams ahead, somehow takes this one. Now it's 23-20 and Djokovic is sweating more than that time he got caught definitely not faking a positive Covid test. And let's say the US decide to give a chance to a young, homegrown, anti-vax nutter from the youth team and don't allow Djokovic in and Nadal wins that as well, with his newly laser-burned nerve endings. Suddenly it's 24-20 and Djokovic is counting on the Aussies to do him a favour and let him in because, frankly, this shit has gone beyond a joke. But they decide once a flamin' mongrel, always a flamin' mongrel and send him home. And Nadal, by now a loose collection of skin hanging from his disintegrating skeleton, wins the Aussie, too and makes it 25-20,. Now we're rolling towards the French and by this point Djokovic is seriously considering going all Tonya Harding on Nadal, but deep down, he knows. The record, like a pig orbiting Springfield, is gone. Still, at least he'll have gotten a nice consoling message from Tennys Sandgren.
Let's say Nadal, already 2 slams ahead, somehow takes this one. Now it's 23-20 and Djokovic is sweating more than that time he got caught definitely not faking a positive Covid test. And let's say the US decide to give a chance to a young, homegrown, anti-vax nutter from the youth team and don't allow Djokovic in and Nadal wins that as well, with his newly laser-burned nerve endings. Suddenly it's 24-20 and Djokovic is counting on the Aussies to do him a favour and let him in because, frankly, this shit has gone beyond a joke. But they decide once a flamin' mongrel, always a flamin' mongrel and send him home. And Nadal, by now a loose collection of skin hanging from his disintegrating skeleton, wins the Aussie, too and makes it 25-20,. Now we're rolling towards the French and by this point Djokovic is seriously considering going all Tonya Harding on Nadal, but deep down, he knows. The record, like a pig orbiting Springfield, is gone. Still, at least he'll have gotten a nice consoling message from Tennys Sandgren.