Yesterday, there was one match on the Wimbeldon¬† between these Russians women, I think¬† Sharapova¬† and some Dementia woman. These two female [tag]tennis[/tag] players were moaning. And by moaning, I mean like ermm..moaning. I told my atm if he didn’t turn off the volume or switch to other channels, I am going to strangle him there and then.

My gosh, these women really went ‘urrgghh…ahhhh…oooh…eeehhh…urrgggh…hnggggg’. I bet some perverts must get a high just listening to them. I hate, hate, hate tennis. These women sound like they are doing some whatcha call those people who get a high by asphyxia? Those sado-machoism thing?
Then, some days back, my kids asked me. “I can see their panties!”

Me, “Those aren’t panties, those are shorts.”

Kids, “Whatever lah. Why do they wear such short skirt? Why not just wear the panties? Enough already what.”

Yeah, why indeed. I can never understand tennis and the nuances. Why would people pay hundreds of British pounds to see two persons battling it out for hours, groaning, moaning, thrashing over a little yellow ball? Those short, flirty skirts and those nipples protruding? Is it the sex that sells or the sports that attract?

Give me the World Cup anytime.