i noe in the 98 us open sf, martina was playing jana
and she came back from 1-4 down in the 3rd to 5-4 and had a mp
then she hit the ball out, but she thought it was in
and was already running happily to the net to shake hands
i wasnt embarassed because i thought the ball was in too
A single flow'r he sent me, since we met./All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet - One perfect rose.
I knew the language of the floweret;/'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.'
Love long has taken for his amulet/One perfect rose.
Why is it no one ever sent me yet/One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get/One perfect rose.