Boobs & Midgets

Reading through my Gmail, an ad for the latest sports headline on CNN popped up and reminded me of a funny story.

I was sitting at Ella's Pizza last night with some friends and were were momentarily sucked into the tennis match playing on TV: it turned out to be one the final round of the U.S. Open. We watched as Justine Henin masterfully defeated Svetlana Huznetsova, which was all the more amazing given their difference in size. Svetlana looked like she could crush Justine with her biceps or her thighs, but apparently, Justine was on the other side of the net lobbing 100+ mph balls at her opponent. Justine is on 125 pounds! (so that's the midget part)

This was all made the more funny by the crowd across the bar who was oh-so-into the tennis match. Jack and I were trying to figure out how in the world scoring works in tennis (we settled on something about 60 and love) and were close to asking for help. The only problem was that the sangria-imbibed expert had boobs that came about 10 miles before she did. I swear, I don't know how people let them hang out like that all the time... I don't have a moral issue with them, but I would be so afraid that one of those things would perk right out of that ever-so-low-cut sun dress and slap somebody across the face!

And you know that bar fights never end well. (so that's the boob part)