It is official - I am off LLeyton Hewitt.
I stayed up til midnight watching his 5 set epic in the Quarter Finals,
admiring his strength, heart, resolve and reserve as his exuberant antics
were curtailed throughout the match.
I can handle expletives to do with bowel movements, the frustration of the
F word, but why does he need to use the Lord's name in vain - twice.
I know that it probably means nothing to him, but it shows the inner man.
My ears cringe and my heart cries.
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