There is nothing like celebrating Independence Day at the most British event ever. Scott and I went to Wimbledon on the 4th of July! It is the sporting event of dreams. You can dress up in a cute outfit, bring a bottle of wine with you and be close enough to catch a sweaty wristband.
At the All England Lawn Tennis Club.
Now let’s focus on the most important things first. Pimm’s. It is the best thing on this summery earth. It’s refreshing, it’s fruity and it’s alcoholic. It costs a small fortune at Wimbledon, but you don’t care. Also, strawberries and cream. It’s literally strawberries in cream and doesn’t look that attractive, but those strawberries are damn delicious.
Only the finest china for strawberries and cream.
Ok, on to the actual tennis. We had tickets for court 1, but there weren’t any big games or players on that day so we decided to spend most of our time walking around and enjoying the smaller courts. Which is how we ended up seeing Federer warming up. I would like to note I didn’t catch his sweaty wristband. Which let me be clear, I have no desire to ever catch anyone’s sweaty wristband, especially Federer’s. I realize he’s a tennis great, but I will never forgive that punk teenager for beating Sampras in 2001 and now beating his Wimbledon record. I love Pete and he will own the grass forever, the end.
Federer in his branded RF shirt just in case you weren’t sure who he was.
We really enjoyed the action of the smaller courts because seeing that level of tennis up close and personal was truly amazing. But more importantly we were able to see the ball boys and girls up close and I was mesmerized by their flow of when to run, roll the balls, throw the balls and catch a towel. Talk about skill. They are strictly regimented and I believe the true stars of The Championships.
How did I get to go to this prestigious event you may ask? By going through the ballot, of course. For my American friends that is pompous english for a lottery. And this ballot is still stuck in the early 1900s, like most of the UK. You have to print out a form that expresses your interest in getting tickets along with a self-addressed and stamped envelope and then mail it to the AELTC (that’s the All England Lawn Tennis Club, duh!). You then wait for them to mail you an official form to fill out and mail that back in. And then you wait again. Sometimes a few months, sometimes forever. They only respond if you are among the chosen. And then they send you a bill for how much it’s going to cost you. It’s all very proper and inefficient.
But Wimbledon has been on my bucket list for years and now that I have done it, I don’t feel like it was a once in a lifetime experience, I feel like I will do this every summer for the rest of my life.
No. 1 court.
Enjoying a day off walking around the Big Smoke.