no comments, your kidding me, that was amazing, I had tingles with that one. that reminded me of the If poem, if neither friend nor foe can hurt you, and if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same. that is at Wimbledon and I can remember when Venus Williams played her last game on centre court, she was looking up at the ceiling as she was waiting to go out and play. I knew what she was looking at, the poem, even tough the media didn't pick up on that sentiment. edit Just remembered you worked with Serena, she was friends with Dusty I think
no comments, your kidding me, that was amazing, I had tingles with that one. that reminded me of the If poem, if neither friend nor foe can hurt you, and if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same. that is at Wimbledon and I can remember when Venus Williams played her last game on centre court, she was looking up at the ceiling as she was waiting to go out and play. I knew what she was looking at, the poem, even tough the media didn't pick up on that sentiment. edit Just remembered you worked with Serena, she was friends with Dusty I think