Lucy Speaks!

We're in Wimbledon mode here at the office today, as are you all. The big difference, though, is that we can't get fired for it. This is what we're supposed to be doing. So the television in the conference room is on all day, and all day I've watched the likes of Tom Perrotta, Ed McGrogan (who's here in the office two days a week, and doing a lot more behind the curtains), Sarah Thurmond, Jon Levey, Sarah Unke and others filing by my office on their way to the conference room.
Periodically, I hear someone out there call out, Hey, Novak just lost the second set! and the stampede passes my sliding glass door. Then, as Novak wins the third, the troops straggle back to their offices and work stations until the next alarm goes out: Hey, Hewitt's in big trouble against Haase! Again, the herd thunders by. This is a pretty good place for a tennis fan to be gainfully employed.

I'm feeling chipper, because Frankie "Tire Boy" Dancevic took out David Nalbandian in the upset of the day - and how about that Casey Dellacqua, raining Aussie fire on our favorite white-miler, Patty Schnyder? 6-1 in the third. I'd better go check with Perrotta - I'm sure he's got theories about this. Don't you just love the first day of a major?
Well, they'll be dancing in the streets of Niagara Falls tonight, celebrating Dandevic's big win. I know one guy who'll be there in spirit - Buffalo's (and our) Asad Raza - you know those guys from the Big Falls, they like to look out for each other, no matter which side of the U.S./Canada border they happen to be on. Just as Jimmy Arias. . .
Anyway,I just got an IM from Asad, alerting me to a Wimbledon preview he posted over at Three Quarks Daily, where he's a regular blogger. Asad landed a much-coveted interview for his preview - one who will be abundantly familiar to all of you long-time TW readers: our much-loved but recently MIA poster, Lucy. Surely you remember Lucy, who distinguished herself as the (rather too liberal) distributor of TW Warrior Moment badges? I've always thought of Lucy as the human equivalent of that charming Sheryl Crow song, Soak Up the Sun. Meaning, she was always great fun and never sweated the small stuff.
And, of course, she was the one who turned the world on to the fact that 2007 was. . . The Year of Carlos (Moya).
Granted, that didn't entirely work out as Lucy had hoped, but life goes on. I hope you all enjoy her comments at TQD; newcomers or infrequent lurkers, please indulge this Tribe Moment - we'll get down to the nitty-gritty of Wimbledon soon enough.