Well, That Was Quick.

The women's final at the French Open just ended. Yet another good example of why I'm not a big fan of women's tennis. 1 hour, 5 minutes. Ana Ivanovic comes out firing and breaks Henin in the first game - my God, she's going to make this interesting! Then she proceeds to take a big dump the rest of the match, and got absolutely obliterated. The commentators find they have nothing better to talk about than lopsided French Open finals - "hmm...the last time there was a competitive women's final was 2001."

There was also a brief montage for notes, which are apparently the new rage on the women's tour. Want to be more (or less) subtle than on-court coaching? Take a notebook, or a manila envelope, out of your bag at various points in the match to read tips that have been left for you. I guess it's "legit" because they aren't getting the instruction from a physical presence, but geesh, come on...

Here's to hoping the men's final is better. At the very least, I guarantee neither Roger nor Rafa will be busting out "inspirational writings" during their match.

Side-note - did you see Mary-freaking-Pierce during the telecast?! If that doesn't convince you all to wear sunscreen, I don't know what will.