My sister brought this back for me from her tour of Wimbledon a couple of months ago. How timely.
Seriously, boys. How do you play for eleven hours, five minutes. Across three days?
Never-ending tennis. They broke pretty much every record in tennis you could think of.
Though, really, all I thought of, after he got off the court was, whoa, that John Isner is hot.
And he has to play again. Today.
Sheesh.
*Live quote from said BFF of the BFF Babymoon Over the Confederacy Roadtrip
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