As a fan of Sharapova’s from the good ol’ times I remember the fear of seeing Queen S’s name on Maria’s next round. Man that ain’t no rivalry, ‘twas slaughtering. I wish I could see one of those matches once more, where the Williams Sisters dominated them courts, where the opponents were destroyed by their first serve. Man, ‘twas golden.
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