It's Labadze, okay? - (my new favorite tennis player)

Won’t even try to remember his name.
I’ll look it up later. It’s harder to
spell than try and pronounce- the one, loud, fat,
so-damn-funny Georgian at Wimbledon?
And ranked 161, he owed some dough.
$1500 to enter. Conned London
for Pounds and charmed the world several rounds,
farther than any thought. Dude had no shorts! -
white ones anyway. Borrowed trunks he donned
every day, which must have smelled by the end
'gainst Nadal on center court - center court!
Almost had him second set - the fastest
serves on the grass, yet his flabby ass was
pretty marooned. My hero, want him back.