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That is, the Tennis, not the place (before Demonrail gets on my case). I can't stand any sports whatsoever, however tennis has to be worst. I once got my tennis-obsessive friend to explain how it works in full and it was still the most soul-destroyingly boring thing I have ever beheld. Its like any sport, a bunch of arrogant cunts jumping about for our entertainment trying so hard to compensate for their empty life and probable baby dicks.
However, its the TV coverage of Wimbledon I've grown to resent from an early age. For the first 14 years of my life I lived in the bottom of a pretty remote valley, and had terrestrial television and grand total of 3 TV channels to choose from. And when two of them are dedicated to Wimbeldon and all you want to do as a kid is watch the Simpsons every Friday night and it's postponed or cancelled due to twats in white shorts, you grow bitter, very very bitter.
At least it's some small consolation it's raining on their precious grass.
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