I ran into Marcus in Rosauers late this morning and he, full of it, invited me up to his treehouse to see his new HDTV; we watched Roddick defeat Verasco: as good a tennis, and as swift, as ever there was. 'Tis fun withal, with a similarly misogynist friend, to mock the leaden floppery of female tennis, in comparison with the agility and steely precision of male tennis. "You know," Marcus said seriously however, "that we're being naughty?" "Okay, yeah," I replied resignedly. "Well, good," he said, apparently reassured. Damn it, a Man of the World can't even say that women play stupid tennis, when plainly (Was anything ever plainer?) they do. Blood pressure, blood pressure....