This here thing, they call it Zhizhen Zhang versus, uh, Thiago Seyboth Wild. Sounds like a mouthful, don’t it? Like some kinda fancy stew your city folks might eat. Me, I just stick to my taters and beans. But this here is about that tennis, you know, with the rackets and the little yellow ball they whack back and forth.
Now, this Zhang fella, I hear he’s from China. Good for him. Long ways from home, ain’t it? This other one, Thiago, they say he’s from Brazil. Another place I ain’t never been. Don’t need to, neither. Got everything I need right here. But these boys, they travel all over, playin’ this tennis game. Must be nice to see the world, I reckon.
They say this match, it’s a big deal. Some kinda Hamburg thing. Sounds German to me. Don’t know much about Germans, ‘cept they make good sausages. Bet those boys eat a lot of sausage over there. Keeps ’em strong for all that runnin’ around.
One thing I do know is this Zhizhen Zhang, he’s supposed to be pretty good. They say he’s the favorite. That means folks think he’s gonna win. But that other fella, that Thiago Seyboth Wild, he might surprise ya. Sometimes the one you don’t expect, they come out on top. Just like my rooster, Little Jerry. He’s the smallest one in the coop, but he sure can fight.
- This Zhang, he’s number 34, they say.
- That Thiago fella, he’s number 72.
- Numbers, numbers, always numbers.
I seen a bit of this tennis on the television. Lots of grunting and yelling. And they sweat something fierce. Reminds me of when we used to put up hay in the summer. Hard work, that was. These fellas, they make it look easy, though. They got all them fancy moves, sliding around and jumping. They are good boys.
So, this match, it’s gonna be on July 16th, they say. Early in the morning, too. Ten o’clock. I’ll be up by then, feeding the chickens and milking the cow. Might not see it, but I’ll hear about it, I’m sure. Everyone talks about it.
They say this is a “head to head” thing. What is that? Sounds a bit rough, don’t it? Like they’re gonna butt heads like a couple of goats. Hope they don’t hurt themselves. Just play the game, boys. No need for all that roughhousing.
I don’t know who’s gonna win this thing. Could be Zhizhen Zhang. Could be Thiago Seyboth Wild. Don’t really matter to me. As long as they play a good game and nobody gets hurt, that’s all that counts. Just like in life, I reckon. Do your best, be fair, and that’s all anyone can ask.
This tennis, it’s a funny thing. People get all worked up about it. Me, I don’t understand all the fuss. But it’s something to watch, I suppose. Keeps folks entertained. And that’s worth something, ain’t it? These boys, they work hard at it, that’s for sure. Gotta give ’em credit for that. They are good at tennis.
This Hamburg thing, it is a big tournament, they are saying. Lots of folks watchin’. All over the world. Imagine that. People from all over, watchin’ these two boys hit a little ball back and forth. World’s a strange place, ain’t it?
This Zhang guy, he won before, I hear. Beat that Thiago fella. 7-6. Those numbers again. They say it was a tough match, though. This one could be tough, too. Who will win? I don’t know.
You know, this reminds me of back in the day, when we used to have those corn husking contests. Everyone would get together, see who could husk the most corn the fastest. It was a competition, sure, but it was also a good time. Lots of laughin’ and carryin’ on. These tennis matches, they seem a bit more serious, but I guess it’s the same idea. A competition. A way to see who’s the best.
Well, I reckon I’ve said enough about this Zhizhen Zhang versus Thiago Seyboth Wild thing. Don’t know much more to say. Just hope it’s a good match and everyone enjoys it. That’s all that matters, really. Now I need go to work, have many things to do.
This Hamburg Open, it sure sounds fancy. All them people watching those players. Zhizhen Zhang and Thiago Seyboth Wild. I hope they play well. Maybe I will watch it too. On my old television. If the reception is good. If not, I will do something else, no problem.
