Friday, January 20, 2017

Kick Rocks, John Isner


Fuck you, John Isner.
Fuck your boring, ill-fitting kits.
Fuck your equally boring tennis.
Fuck your serve.
Fuck you for beating Nicolas Mahut at Wimbledon.
Fuck your respectability politics.
Fuck your privilege.
Fuck your self-centered, underachieving, lumbering, saggy ass.
Fuck your inability to empathize with anyone who isn't a straight, white, cis-gender male.
Fuck your Twitter account.
Fuck the Carolina Panthers.
Fuck this notion that you voted for the best candidate and not for a pussy-grabbing, racist, sexist pathological liar in a dusty wig.
Fuck everyone who roots for you.
Fuck your whole family, Jizzner.

While I'm at it: fuck you, Tennys Sandgren. Fuck you, CoCo Vandeweghe. Fuck you, Sam Querrey.

And fuck you forever, Ryan Harrison.