For the second year in a row, I've gotten Brent and I U.S. Open tickets for his birthday (lucky coincidence that it happens to always occur about a week after his birthday - built-in gift for as long as we're living in New York!)
And for the second year in a row, he was disappointed that Andy Roddick didn't happen to play on the date I got the tickets for. And Brent is a huge Andy Roddick fan.
But nonetheless, we did get to see Venus Williams (we saw little sister Serena play last year) and, for the second consecutive year, Rafael Nadal. Both won in two really good matches.
We also happened to be sitting across the stadium from Will Ferrell and his (really hot) wife. He must have been the most famous celebrity at the stadium that day because the cameras panned on him on more than a few occassions.
The first time, he was sipping a very girly pink mixed drink when the camera caught him and you could just see him trying to think of something funny to do on the spot (he ended up taking a big sip of the drink through the straw and making the satisfied "ahhhh" face afterward.) But I felt bad for the guy - here he is trying to enjoy a tennis match with his wife, and still feels like he has to be "on." I know it comes with the territory of being a celebrity, but still, did they really have to pan over him several more times, then ask him to leave his wife to meet a reporter in another row be interviewed during the Nadal match? It was a bit much.
But if I was pulling in his salary (Forbes magazine reported that along with Tom Cruise, Eddie Murphy, and Drew Barrymore, he's among the most overpaid Hollywood actors, and attracts the lowest return on investment, bringing in just $3.29 for every dollar paid) I guess an unexpected interview or two would be worth it.
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