VICTORIA AZARENKA, THE #BRBCHEATER.
Just because you can’t manage your nerves while squandering FIVE opportunities to seal the deal, you cannot fake injuries for TEN minutes to gather yourself. All the while, you’re playing mind games with your opponent, the up-and-coming Sloane Stephens, who managed to gain momentum and was up to serve.
And I love how you couldn’t keep your story straight in the post-match interviews. What was it, Vika? Were you choking your game, or could you literally not breathe? Was it your back that was bothering you, or was it the fact that you actually have no spine?
You’re a liar. You’re a cheat. You’re a fake. What you did was ugly, and God don’t like ugly. May Li Na hit you square in the mouth with a ball so you need a real medical time-out.
Also, not to mention Vika is arguably the worst offender when it comes to annoying grunting. Gurl, why don’t you get your new bff Redfoo to auto-tune your grunts into one of his tracks or something.
O hai Dan Jenkins. Remember a few days ago when you tweeted some lame AZN joke at the Masters, trying to look like you were a cool old gramps by keeping up with the latest social media avenues?
Well, oh snappity snap, Dan…you just got told. By someone who can barely speak Engrish. TANK YU, CAUM AGAIN! And yes, I’m using this pic one more time, cuz it’s sheer awesomeness (thanks Matt!)