Post by Giselle on Apr 1, 2009 19:37:24 GMT 3
Hello Everyone!
I hope you’re all well and not dwelling too much on Sunday’s loss…
Here are some pictures and some thoughts I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.
I would like to thank “Maratsmaiden” for trying to save me a seat even though we never got to see each other I wish you good luck and Jen for sending me Sunday’s score to the minute via text message, I was out of town and in a meeting, she was a life saver…Thanks so much, I hope we get to meet in another occasion.
And since everything in life should be done with a little music, here’s a song that encompasses how a Russian and a Colombian met…the world is a big melting pot, Colombian accordion and western beats ENJOY!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZ806mlFoMY
Friday morning left my house in Boca Raton on what I thought was early enough to make it on time and to my distress, there were car accidents on every mile on the I-95 and made it in the middle of Marat’s match. Not only that, for some reason the open lost track of my tickets even though I paid for them and they had to go through a whole transaction to give me new ones, meanwhile he was playing. Rrrrrrr
Friday I thought will be the only chance for me to see him play since I had to leave town and would only be back mid-day on Monday, hoping he would win on Sunday, I would have got to see him play Tuesday but we all know how that turned out….nonetheless I think my “mission” was successful and for I think to be “the last time I see Marat play” it was a joyous day.
I got to the court in what I call my little Russian cheering outfit, white shorts blue shirt and a red hat (I know, I know it goes white, blue and red, it’s the intention that matters), I was wearing the hat and everybody was asking me where did I get it, where could they buy it (attention management!!!) well I had it made, daaa….
I enjoyed the match until the end of the second set when I was trying to text “Maratsmaiden” and my cell fell down in the bleachers…oh no I didn’t!!!!. I had to leave the match and ask permission for security to go down there and get it…I finally got it, when back it was super crowded, and everybody was cheering Marat…he looked great and even though I thought he should have won in 2 sets he showed who’s the man on the third set.
The open looks ok to me but I has lost some excitement, I don’t know if it’s me but it definitely needs some revamping soon…I found it lacking of emotion I don’t know how to explain it. One cool feature that nagged me years before was the drinking, yes the drinking. Before one could only buy the glasses you could carry on your hand, this year you can buy a pitcher for 40 buck full of the drink of your choice, and since people are so nice around here, I even got a mojito on the bleachers from a lady…and there you have it my great discovery!
He won the match and by the time he got out I had a spot on the line by the place players leave, he gave tons of autographs, very nice to the fans as always… I was so short people started to push me against the fence by the time he came over it was overwhelming. I was right in front holding my sharpie and somebody pushed me that made me touch his chest ( I seriously didn’t mean to)and I almost didn’t get my autograph, until I yelled at him, hey my hat! And he looked over and signed it. Then a girl next to me ask for a picture and he smiled and mumble something and looked at us and left…oh but it doesn’t end here….
I went right to the end just to get some more pictures for you guys (introduce sarcastic laughter) and these guys that were on the top of the bleaches with his name across their bodies and a poster that read “please don’t go” (that reminds me www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIAnkrPgTvY lol.) anyways they wanted a picture with him and started chanting to Marat in which u can see he was very happy about, like humbled I would say and they just got next to him but have no camera, and here I come in…I told them I would take the pics, and Marat looked @ my camera ( or the deep cleavage of my shirt who knows) and left…but it doesn’t end here either….
As some of my fellow visitors from the past, like Jen,Liz,Yolis and everybody else that I have given a tour through what I called the best place to see tennis players aka the parking lot (lol) I went there and waited. Oh and how did security didn’t kicked me out…remember the shirt, they loved it…yes the things I do sometimes, I have no shame.
There is nothing I hate the most like waiting, ohhh and he took forever and then I knew why, but still at the moment I was p-i-s-s-e-d! I was like “if this dude left I’m going to the next tournament and beat the **** out of him” (just kidding, I would never hurt him even if I wanted to or was able to) but I got sick of waiting and the stares were getting annoying…then my leg started to cramp for some divine reason and I decided to walk around the valet, and next thing I know I see a familiar shape with a familiar bag but with no hair…mmm is that? He turned around and he saw me and I guess my face was pretty dumb cause he started smiling, then he greeted I guess a friend and walked over…Oh he soooo knew I was that crazy fan from outside the grand stand…
Then I started to apparently an attempt to speak but it was FAILED! I managed to ask him for a pic which he nicely agreed, since I was by myself I handed him the camera figure he has longer arms and he got closer, then his friend came over and said he would take it, he took one but didn’t like it I guess and told me in what I think its Russian accent “you arrrrrreee verrrrryyyyy beautiful” and I thought “mmm u haven’t seen me dancing that Samim song…(btw: his friend was good looking too)I wanted to laugh so bad but I just said thanks….It was the only thing that would come out of my mouth while he had his hand on my waist.
Then his friend gave me back the camera and wanted me to make sure the pictures were right, if I was in my normal sense with a guy that could be hot but didn’t give a ****I would have probably had a photo shoot, not with Safin….Then I called him and gave him a little present and told him “for the road and good luck” in Spanish and he politely said thanks in Spanish as well…then they left. He looked really happy and in good company u can see it in the pics…and I took my flight back to work in bliss; but hoping it wouldn’t be the last time I see him play or smile
As for the Haircut who knows…I was going to ask but seriously if somebody would ask me why did I do to my hair I would do it in my best Christian Bale accent, for f***’sake, because I wanted to, Hell maybe even makes more aerodynamic. It looks good to me…like….
Ohhhh how cheesy I know…but it does end here.
Pics on the next post....
I hope you’re all well and not dwelling too much on Sunday’s loss…
Here are some pictures and some thoughts I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.
I would like to thank “Maratsmaiden” for trying to save me a seat even though we never got to see each other I wish you good luck and Jen for sending me Sunday’s score to the minute via text message, I was out of town and in a meeting, she was a life saver…Thanks so much, I hope we get to meet in another occasion.
And since everything in life should be done with a little music, here’s a song that encompasses how a Russian and a Colombian met…the world is a big melting pot, Colombian accordion and western beats ENJOY!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZ806mlFoMY
Friday morning left my house in Boca Raton on what I thought was early enough to make it on time and to my distress, there were car accidents on every mile on the I-95 and made it in the middle of Marat’s match. Not only that, for some reason the open lost track of my tickets even though I paid for them and they had to go through a whole transaction to give me new ones, meanwhile he was playing. Rrrrrrr
Friday I thought will be the only chance for me to see him play since I had to leave town and would only be back mid-day on Monday, hoping he would win on Sunday, I would have got to see him play Tuesday but we all know how that turned out….nonetheless I think my “mission” was successful and for I think to be “the last time I see Marat play” it was a joyous day.
I got to the court in what I call my little Russian cheering outfit, white shorts blue shirt and a red hat (I know, I know it goes white, blue and red, it’s the intention that matters), I was wearing the hat and everybody was asking me where did I get it, where could they buy it (attention management!!!) well I had it made, daaa….
I enjoyed the match until the end of the second set when I was trying to text “Maratsmaiden” and my cell fell down in the bleachers…oh no I didn’t!!!!. I had to leave the match and ask permission for security to go down there and get it…I finally got it, when back it was super crowded, and everybody was cheering Marat…he looked great and even though I thought he should have won in 2 sets he showed who’s the man on the third set.
The open looks ok to me but I has lost some excitement, I don’t know if it’s me but it definitely needs some revamping soon…I found it lacking of emotion I don’t know how to explain it. One cool feature that nagged me years before was the drinking, yes the drinking. Before one could only buy the glasses you could carry on your hand, this year you can buy a pitcher for 40 buck full of the drink of your choice, and since people are so nice around here, I even got a mojito on the bleachers from a lady…and there you have it my great discovery!
He won the match and by the time he got out I had a spot on the line by the place players leave, he gave tons of autographs, very nice to the fans as always… I was so short people started to push me against the fence by the time he came over it was overwhelming. I was right in front holding my sharpie and somebody pushed me that made me touch his chest ( I seriously didn’t mean to)and I almost didn’t get my autograph, until I yelled at him, hey my hat! And he looked over and signed it. Then a girl next to me ask for a picture and he smiled and mumble something and looked at us and left…oh but it doesn’t end here….
I went right to the end just to get some more pictures for you guys (introduce sarcastic laughter) and these guys that were on the top of the bleaches with his name across their bodies and a poster that read “please don’t go” (that reminds me www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIAnkrPgTvY lol.) anyways they wanted a picture with him and started chanting to Marat in which u can see he was very happy about, like humbled I would say and they just got next to him but have no camera, and here I come in…I told them I would take the pics, and Marat looked @ my camera ( or the deep cleavage of my shirt who knows) and left…but it doesn’t end here either….
As some of my fellow visitors from the past, like Jen,Liz,Yolis and everybody else that I have given a tour through what I called the best place to see tennis players aka the parking lot (lol) I went there and waited. Oh and how did security didn’t kicked me out…remember the shirt, they loved it…yes the things I do sometimes, I have no shame.
There is nothing I hate the most like waiting, ohhh and he took forever and then I knew why, but still at the moment I was p-i-s-s-e-d! I was like “if this dude left I’m going to the next tournament and beat the **** out of him” (just kidding, I would never hurt him even if I wanted to or was able to) but I got sick of waiting and the stares were getting annoying…then my leg started to cramp for some divine reason and I decided to walk around the valet, and next thing I know I see a familiar shape with a familiar bag but with no hair…mmm is that? He turned around and he saw me and I guess my face was pretty dumb cause he started smiling, then he greeted I guess a friend and walked over…Oh he soooo knew I was that crazy fan from outside the grand stand…
Then I started to apparently an attempt to speak but it was FAILED! I managed to ask him for a pic which he nicely agreed, since I was by myself I handed him the camera figure he has longer arms and he got closer, then his friend came over and said he would take it, he took one but didn’t like it I guess and told me in what I think its Russian accent “you arrrrrreee verrrrryyyyy beautiful” and I thought “mmm u haven’t seen me dancing that Samim song…(btw: his friend was good looking too)I wanted to laugh so bad but I just said thanks….It was the only thing that would come out of my mouth while he had his hand on my waist.
Then his friend gave me back the camera and wanted me to make sure the pictures were right, if I was in my normal sense with a guy that could be hot but didn’t give a ****I would have probably had a photo shoot, not with Safin….Then I called him and gave him a little present and told him “for the road and good luck” in Spanish and he politely said thanks in Spanish as well…then they left. He looked really happy and in good company u can see it in the pics…and I took my flight back to work in bliss; but hoping it wouldn’t be the last time I see him play or smile
As for the Haircut who knows…I was going to ask but seriously if somebody would ask me why did I do to my hair I would do it in my best Christian Bale accent, for f***’sake, because I wanted to, Hell maybe even makes more aerodynamic. It looks good to me…like….
Ohhhh how cheesy I know…but it does end here.
Pics on the next post....
