Creative energy...Timothy is becoming a film director....
He has had the video camera out all weekend. So far we have re inactments of Dr.Who and what I can only assume is his attempt at capturing life at the Strouds.
I think Dr. Who comes as a close second as the scary fiming.















He also spend some of the day on Hazels computer, looking at my film edited creations of family friends and other stuff...










On Saturday evening, Tim and I went to See the Semi finals of the US Mens Clay Court Championships. Tim won the tickets at last weeks tennis event.
His hero Andy Roddick was knocked out by Hass the day before so the event was not going to be as exciting as he origionally hoped.
We arrived at the West side Tennis Club around 6.00pm, before the crowds. Trying to compare faces in the brochure to players walking around.














The Singles Match between Tommy Haas and Fisher was being televised on the Tennis channel.














All started well with what looked like it could be a good match.






























Hass started losing points and games were all too easily being won by Fisher.

Soon Haas had to retire from the match as his right hand was hurting him and obviously it was effecting his game.

Following the singles was a doubles match and that ended in 2 straight sets.

The event was an interesting insight to Tennis 'USA style'.

My last Professional Tennis watching experience was Center Court at Wimbledon with Nana Ruth where I saw Pete Samprass slaughter his opponant.
From what I remember the atmosphere was one of serene respect, you could feel the tension the players were under, hear the balls being bashed across the court , the players breathing and the planes over head coming into land at Heathrow.

Once again the Americans excel themselves with Noise, and Commercials and drunk loud individuals thinking they were 'cool dudes'.
Each time the players took a break, music was played loud over the intercom, ' We are the Champions' and they even played the repetative music from Baseball at one point.
Am I just to English or just getting old maybe....

Soon we'll have Professional Tennis Cheer Leaders and Fireworks when each set is one.

Even Tim's Tennis Tornament matches there is still an air of refinement or more like fear of making any noise, I guess to show respect for the young players with the occasional clapping and words of congratulations on winning a well deserved point allowed without the ref' telling anyone off.

The US professional match was in a way a bit like going to a football match with a load of drunk holigans with Mr Mouth and his friends sitting behind us all with bucket sized Maragrita in hand.
They then spotted, and called down to some good looking woman they knew several seats in front of us, who stood up and turned around did a little dance for us all, also with a bucket sized Margarita in her hand. Now the tennis was becoming a secondary event for me.

Tim already on form with the people calling our 'Go Fish'. Started calling back to them 'why not Go home'..... I tempered his enthusiasm for responding to people calling out.

Half way through the second match the young trim woman , wearing a T-shirt with the words "What Boyfriend" embrioderd in glitter across her chest, made it up to the the seats behind us, to meet her 'soul mate'.

Mr Mouth behind us says to the lady "take a seat" Timothy looks round says in a not to quiet voice...."...why not take a hike...".
Then gives me a look with a raised eye brow. What could I do, tell him off for being so rude?

Well maybe I failed in my fatherly duty but I gave him a high five. 'Go boy!'



Was a moment I'll cherish for a long time..






The evening ended with a long wait for the shuttle bus to take us back to the car but Tim did get his US Champiionship ball autographed.