One of these days, I'll write the post that has eluded me since then. For the record, I buried my dog two years and thirteen days ago and I still haven't touched a thing on the porch which doubled as his bedroom.
I'm awfully slow when it comes to certain things.
Surely, you've seen both draws by now and read the experts' previews and predictions. I got nothing.
It's been far too long since I've seen a match from beginning to end so I haven't a clue who's in form and who's not, who's injured or sick and who's not, who the oddsmaker's favorites are or which unheralded players have the best chance of storming through the draw and surprising us all with an appearance on Rod Laver Arena late in the second week.
It is Melbourne, after all.
I also haven't a clue how much of the proceedings I'll be able to consume, but I will consume some of it. It's Grand Slam tennis, doggone it, and, by hook or crook, I'm going to enjoy it.
Should I disappear for a week or more, a likely proposition given that the bills I will introduce in the 126th Maine Legislature are due next Friday, January 18th, please use this as your 2013 Australian Open open thread.
Happy New Year.