Slimmed down and sleeker than ever, I avenged my US Open loss to that infernal Spaniard, the soon-to-not-be-#1-ranked Rafael Nadal, in the final of the Paribas Open at Indian Wells. Okay, so Indian Wells isn't the 2008 Austrialian Open, but give me a break, McBoners. Nadal and Federer (slayed mercilessly by yours truly in the semifinal) aren't exactly a walk in the park. Fuck, a win's a win, and I whipped Nadal in three easy-breezy sets. Hell, I even spotted him a set before kicking it into overdrive. That's confidence for you. Booyah!
Well, I wasn't ready to call it a week just yet, so I grabbed the trophy and booked it on over to Malibu to chillax for a minute and snap a few photos for the 2011 Swimsuit Edition.
I think you'll appreciate these shots for my renovated torso:
And the cross indicating my loyalty to the religion of Christianity. Yessir, nothing like kicking back in Malibu and throwing on an $800 dollar pair of shades to make things right with the umpire in the sky.
|Fuck, was that supposed to be a five set match?|
It's good to be champion. Until next year, sit back, chillax and enjoy!
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