Tennis is about the only sporting comfort I have to get me through the long dark offseason. Ain’t many gents take a finer picture than Novak Djokovic. And he beat Fedy darling in the Australian Open, but went on to win the damn thing, so I suppose that’s all right.
A note for our tennis fans before we commence to ogling: Interested in winning tickets to that Sampras-Federer matchup?
Kaleidoscope of djeliciousness after the djump:
And then there’s this, which we cannot possibly explain, nor do we particularly care to:
Game, set, and match, sir.