Look, I love Serena Williams. I just do. During Outburstgate at the US Open, I just kind of wanted to grab her and ask her what she was thinking, point out that the only really advisable way to emulate John McEnroe is by playing excellent tennis, and then hug her and go take her out for a beer with Kim Clijsters, who also probably really needed one. HOWEVER. What I do not love is:
THAT is a SHIRT. Or -- and this just occurred to me -- it is a very formal tennis dress, in which case I cannot wait to see her play in those shoes.
THAT is a SHIRT. Or -- and this just occurred to me -- it is a very formal tennis dress, in which case I cannot wait to see her play in those shoes.
