crying at this description of jannik in the guardian's report of the australian open:
sports journalism truly is just institutionally accepted rpf if u squint

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crying at this description of jannik in the guardian's report of the australian open:
sports journalism truly is just institutionally accepted rpf if u squint
i love when sports journalism is basically institutionally acceptable rpf, and im being deadly serious
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jannik and carlos are soooo normal about each other you guys. normal. so normal. so averagely normal and normalistic about each other. not obsessive at all. not tracking each other's every move and locked into a generational battle with each other where they still hold onto their tentative rivalry that is not quite a friendship but also something more. not about to be incredibly clued in to each other's physical cues or mental tactics or watching each other on a hairpin trigger and anticipating each other's microscopic moves for hundreds of matches to come. not playing a relentless game of mental chess that would exhaust most other people in three sets but they do it for hours and hours at the edge of physical and mental stamina each time. they are sooo normal i promise.
sincaraz as sun and midnight rain except rain (jannik) is actually unfathomably awkward and sun (carlos) thinks chaotic evil is a feature rather than a bug
why did i literally pick the most stupidly exclusionary sports to stan (tennis and f1)… i could’ve followed football… badminton… volleyball… born to be a mass sports enthusiast cursed to hyperfixate on the most esoteric forms of professional athleticism known to mankind…
we will go ahead and ignore the part where i acquire a random new hyperfixation (tennis) as a routine part of my adhd...
i show interest in tennis ONE TIME and get absolutely blasted with padel ads… guess it’s better than the weird bejeweled connect ones or questionable anime breasted boobily rpf mobile games
gypsy by shakira came on the karaoke tv system where i was having some drinks thing the other night and i got violently jumpscared into remembering that rafa was in that video more than *checks notes* FIFTEEN YEARS ago?? like. what is time. where am i. what year is it. who is world #1??