Okay. I mustn’t get behind here again!
So tomorrow we have ……
Old Glory (Serena Williams USA)
VS
*NSYNC (Justine Henin BEL)
Watch out, Old Glory! *NSYNC talks some serious smack. This oughta be a good’un.
Okay. I mustn’t get behind here again!
So tomorrow we have ……
Old Glory (Serena Williams USA)
VS
*NSYNC (Justine Henin BEL)
Watch out, Old Glory! *NSYNC talks some serious smack. This oughta be a good’un.
Here We Go, one more time, and *NSYNC is feelin’ fine. Here we go now (yes yes yes here we go! *NSYNC has got the flo’!).
*NSYNC would just like to say that we are gonna put Everything [We] Own into the match. Everything except our gazillions of dollars and all that stuff we bought wit’ it. Yo!
We know Old Glory wants us to say that we lie awake, [We] Drive [Ourselves] Crazy, Drive [Ourselves] Crazy thinking of this match with those stars and stripes… but we Just Got Paid by Opportunity herself, and the party’s hoppin’ and we are feelin’ right, here at the Meadows. [We] Thought She Knew not to mess with us, but since Old Glory has failed to pull out of the tourney with a pulled hamstring *wink-wink*, we’re gonna put all our ace serves deep and keep her up UP Against the Wall. What more do we have to say? (Two step!)
We’ve been sayin’ to ourselves, Selves? Just go out there and Do Your Thing. And just to rub it in Old Glory’s face, let’s go ahead and sing the Star-Spangled Banner before the match. It’s the Music of [Our] Heart[s], and we want ta saaaaang it.
Much love, Girlfriend. See you on the court. And after you, we’re coming after your sister. Ha. Bye Bye Bye!
This was just received in the post secret mailbox:
I have to say I am TOTALLY rooting for Old Glory.
–Opportunity.
Um, Opportunity… Old Glory has gone as far as she can (God Must Have Spent a Little More Time on [Her]). Unless we add another state, she has no more Yous to get better, no more room for improvement. We, however, can do so much more. She’s Old Glory, but we’re Young Glory.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
Every heart beats true for the red, white and blue
Where there’s never a boast or brag…
Bring it, you little posers.
Yes, *NSYNC, but Old Glory still looks GREAT some 200 years later. How will you chaps look in another 10-15 years? Absent some Botox and hair implants (and lots and lots of ab crunches), I’m thinkin’, Not So Good.
(Is it wrong for me to trash-talk on Old Glory’s part?)
Oh, it’s done been broughten, Old Glory!
We wrote a little song for you (to the tune of It’s Gonna Be Me, if you please):
You might get hurt, babe
That ain’t no lie-ie-ie
You’ll see the ball come and goooooo. Whoa-oa-oa-oa…
I remember you told me
That you really believe in no Ace, no cry.
But I’m just too spry.
Every little thing I dooo
Is way too much for little you
You don’t wanna lose the Grand Slam
I don’t give a… flip.
Flaggy, when you fi-na-lyyyy
Get to face off with me
Guess what…
Ad-van-tage me-e-e.
Uhm… Opportunity? More like Flopportunity! I can handle botha yas at once.