Waiter! I'll Take One Russian And One Spaniard Por Favor...

Say it with me, darlings:

OM FREAKIN' NOM

Pic from All Hail Maratski, found by Aniek.

Nando. Muscles. Glisten.

Sorry, I can't think of a title in full sentences.

The yards of luscious, edible Nando skin sort of zapped a few brain cells.

Pic from Forty Deuce.

Basement Pictures: The Evil Circle Of Rafa's Friends

So most of us probably knew that Rafa hangs out with a few guys named Tomeu and Mateu.

What you most probably didn't know is that MOST of the friends that he hangs out with is either called Tomeu, or Mateu.

That's right. 3 Tomeus and 2 Mateus to be exact.

Rumor is that there's 1 Joan and 1 Carlos (not Moya) in the mix, but it's still pretty bizarre if you ask me.

No, I don't know which is which. I'm not that interested to find out because I don't think I'll hit any of them. Ok, maybe the bald one. And the one in the middle of the first picture. But only if Rafa's not available!

Oh, to be a straight man and hang out with Rafa. I could hitch rides on the jet ski, the Aston. Not to mention Rafa is probably a very effective bait to draw other women.

I know, like DUH.

Thanks for the info, Stoogle!

More Wet Rafa

Goodness, how I do spoil you, my darling Rafanatics.

*inhales sharply*

So how many of you would purposely fall off the jet ski so Rafa (being the chivalrous gentleman he is) could plunge into the dangerous depths of the sea to envelop you in his brawny arms and swim you safely back to shore?

Last but not least, wet Rafarse shot.

Mrawr.

THIS TIME I DON'T CARE THAT IT'S PAP PICS

BECAUSE THIS!

IS RAFA!

ON A JET SKI!

WET!

If you're angry I posted these then I give up. *grumbles*

Again, thanks to Stoogle.

Yes, I'm Still Going On About Roddick. Bite Me.

Jon Wertheim demanded us his Twitter followers to read this article, and just like lemmings we went and did. Don't look at me that way. When I said I was a new fan, I was being serious.

Joe Posnanski did a good job of explaining why he (and I) likes Roddick much better after he lost at Wimbledon. Somehow his fight compels you to relate to him.

Andy Roddick is not George Bailey. He's not ordinary. He's the No. 6 tennis player in the world. He's a multi-multi-millionaire tennis player married to a swimsuit model. He hops around the world and hosts Saturday Night Live and probably wouldn't even want to win the lottery because of the tax complications.

But here's the thing: He wanted to win Wimbledon. I mean, yes, of course he wanted to Wimbledon, but you could see from the first point on that he WANTED to win Wimbledon, that it was hugely important to him, that it was everything to him. You could surmise from his look and intensity that this was, in fact, what he had been dreaming about since he was a little boy. This was his moment, and few really thought he could win. As soon as the match began -- Roddick facing off against maybe the greatest tennis player ever on his favorite surface -- I felt like it was Roddick staring into the mirror and asking himself that same question that I think most people ask themselves at some point in their lives: "Am I good enough?"

And, a video comes with the article. Andy's presser after his loss to Federer in AO 2007. Classic Roddick.

I wonder if it matters much to Andy that he may not have won Wimbledon but amassed more fans? Hmm.

Meanwhile, the now strangely likable Andy was spotted in Soho yesterday getting some retail therapy with wife.

Now, Don't Judge.

I know, I know these are pap pics but my existence, my DNA craves for current pictures of him and I know you miss him too so here they are.

Rafa at a yacht club near his home.

*sigh*

Darlings, does he not look good? Sight for sore eyes.

No darlings, I still don't know what's happening with the hair. As if we care. We'll take him bald, tarred and feathered thank you very much.

Om freakin' nom.

Smile Rafa smile! Please tell me I'm not the only one who's sort of turned on by the turn of his ankles.

You know how reverse psychology works? That if he wears something with "RAFA" on it then he must not be the real deal? Clever man.

I may be biased about those sunglasses, but whatthefuckever. He looks smokin' hot. Not many could pull it off, I imagine.

Those sunglasses makes me want to see him straddling the rumbling engine of a Ducatti.

Thank you Stella for the link!