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2002-08-29
Lucille LeSueur
B. 3.23.08 San Antonio, Texas / D. 5.10.77 New York City
Cancer
I turn from the horrors of the MTV Music Video Awards
(children from split levels whose parents are permissive�and tawdry�whose parents want to be (and�now�ARE) the Osbournes, who are themselves a media-virus representation of HELLO magazine in holographic form)
to inventing reminiscences about my four-time Wimbledon champion alter ego�s suicide match against Lindsay Davenport, by night, at the U.S. Open
(a cloisonn� bowl brimming with microphone buzzes and sweaty hazes and smells of meat).
Warned warned warned for hitting Davenport with her volleys, then point-deducted and on break point
(a stinger right in the heinie!)
point-deducted again, she exclaims in protest (futile, for Jane Harvey's in the chair), "Look�she's in the way!" Both players sit for the changeover. An unforgettably telegenic interlude of split-screen courtside behaviors ensues, under the lights.
Davenport, covered with welts, sobbing self-pitying curses into a towel. (Me) her opponent across the way, still up a set and a break, golden eyes fixed on a dawning decision�you can see her deciding�to aim for Davenport with every shot that offers and skip the semis this year.
Tracy Austin says �Forty-one times in that match she hit or grazed Davenport with the ball before finally losing it on point penalties John� (who says�as always��An unbelievable performance�) �and Lindsay showed a lot of heart coming back onto court for those next two matches under some very difficult physical conditions� (John adds �Quite a few bruises�).
�Lotta soreness, lotta bruises.�