An Intriguing Sunday

Howdy. It's a cool, clear, mountain morning here in game-rich Andes. The valleys (they're called "hollows" or "cloves") up in these parts are stuffed with fog as thick and dazzling as pure whipped cream. I think that happens when the water temperature in the creeks and rivers is warmer than the air temperature. I've been tractor hunting this weekend, as the Orange Blossom (may 1951 Allis-Chalmers WD-45) has earned her retirement. And as I approach mine, I believe I deserve power steering, and a little more time on the deck instead of under machinery.

Not sure you could cook up a more intriguing line-up of finals than we have today - Fish vs. Gulbis, Serena Williams vs. Bartoli, Cilic vs. Dologolopov, and a resurgent Verdasco vs. Granollers in Gstaad. The best way to put this line-up into perspective may bet to attempt to predict the winners. I'd really be curious to see who might pick all four finals correctly. And just so you won't be bashful, I'll go with Fish, Serena, the Dog and - as a recent comment poster so aptly described him - the "little tugboat of the Armada," Marcel Granollers. Hey, let it roll, right?

Enjoy the rest of your weekend, folks.

-- Pete