A word about your performance last night. The one in which you were eliminated in the FIRST ROUND.
At risk of sounding churlish, you owe us airfare and accommodation.
See, we are heading to the ROGER’S Cup to see you. We are still in BC and you are presumably winging your way back to Switzerland. This seems almost like a breach of contract. The contract in which you, the best player the world has ever seen, can be counted on to last until at least the quarter finals. We were not asking for another superhuman performance such as the one against Nadal at Wimbledon. We just wanted to watch you play some classy tennis.
I am fickle, so I’m moving my loyalties Djokovich until you get your mojo back. But my brother Scott cannot be consoled.
We will accept personal cheques and your assurances that next time we fly across the country to see you play you will do exactly that.
It’s not called the Roger’s Cup for nothing. I’m just saying.
Sincerely,
Susan