I've Got Nothing
Except This:
People. Chris Evert and Greg Norman are getting married. Where the hell have I been? I wanted to be Chris Evert when I was growing up. A two-handed backhand? I practiced the hell out of that and never got the hang of it. (I never got the hang of that blonde ponytail, either.)
And I have watched Greg Norman self destruct more times than I can count; one memorable Sunday at Augusta comes to mind, when he had all but won the Masters and still managed to watch someone else get a green jacket. I hope he can win this one.
Labels: celebrity gossip, this is the kind of post you get when you're not on the beach during spring break
posted by teachergirl at 4:57 PM
4 Comments:
I bought a Chris Evert racket with my own babysitting money.
A friend of mine, who is in the sporting goods business, says Chrissie is a ho. I'd rather not think about that. But I do wish her and Greg all the best.
Not Chrissie. But she did leave Mr. Mill in quite a rush and get an engagement ring that would choke a dinosaur from Mr. Norman in record time. Whatever. I am planning on looking like her in record time, too. Then, maybe, my backhand will also progress.
I wonder if he'll wear The Hat to the wedding
Oh, Maggie!!! I hope so!!!
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