This is about Lleyton at the end. It's pretty humorous.
It was posted in GM
Court hunks too sexy for their shorts
Comment by Jeff Wells
January 12, 2004
WE'VE got the drugs. We've got the sex. Now let's rock 'n roll.
We're talking, metaphorically, about men's tennis 2004. Not hoping that John McEnroe or Pat Cash ever reappear with a guitar.
The drugs is the easy headline. Greg Rusedski, like a legion of athletes in different sports, has tested positive to the steroid nandrolone and claims 46 other players have done the same. It goes back to last July and ATP trainers had been unwittingly guilty of handing it out in supplements and tablets.
He has his hearing next month and could get two years. He is innocent until the tribunal finds him guilty. Yesterday at the adidas International Lleyton Hewitt said he wasn't a great mate of Greg's but would still "say hello". Rusedski came in and wasted time by making a statement to the same effect and refusing to answer questions - like what was his lawyer's phone number.
But it looks like we're stuck with the story, like a bad smell.
Now the sex. Sadly I came off a bad second best in a bruising interview room encounter with Hewitt on the subject. I was wearing a hat very popular along Oxford St and most of the local and international media left the tent thinking that I had become the gay lover of tennis media hunk John Thirsk - not that there's anything wrong with it -- who was sitting very close to me, baring his famously tanned thighs, in a very fetching pair of polyester-spandex Nike Andrew Ilie-autograph shorts with the little AFL cutaway on the sides.
My point was very simple. For years the WTA had been getting away with marketing their players as sex symbols, including some very strange people like Serena Williams, who is straight out of one of those R.Crumb "let's boogie" style comics from the 60s. We're talking about some big bulges, baby.
Now the women are fading fast and the Julios are taking over the men's tour. At number one we have Randy Andy Roddick. Great name. Then Big Roger Federer, who now has his own brand of RF Cosmetics, inspired by the pet cow he milked after winning Wimbledon. Then there is Juan Carlos "El Gel" Ferrero, and the great knob-head Mr Steffi Graf, who also has his own cologne called Andre Agassi's Aramis Life, named after a famous swordsman.
Lleyton is, unfortunately, spoken for but we can also parade The Poo. Is there a better looking man on the planet? Personally, he has grave doubts. American James Blake used to have the dreadlocks because he hated combing his hair. Now he still doesn't comb. He's bald as a billiard ball and the girls are going wild.
Frankly it is not even a contest any more. The boys are everywhere. RA Rod has made his acting debut on Saturday Night Live and magazines like Elle, GQ and Vogue - let alone the wristier sweaty body rags - have been queuing up for any male who can hold a racquet. Woman's Day may be doing a Fred Stolle centre spread.
The new ATP guide even has a picture of Ferrero at Real Madrid up close and personal with David Beckham and holding one of Becks' ... well, it appears to be some kind of soccer ball.
On and on it goes. The new ATP magazine Deuce has been described as more Vanity Fair than Sports Illustrated. Tim Henman is forever on the catwalk. And probably falling off. The WTA is in shreds. It's all over when there ain't no Kournikova.
Clearly, I put it to Hewitt, the challenge to the women had been well and truly issued. The women had been blatantly peddling sex.
"Do you like that?" he sneered, noting my very close proximity to the pulsating Thirsk.
"Certainly not," I said. Big mistake. I only meant that I'd always figured tennis ought to be promoted on talent alone.
"Thirsky does," he said.
"Thirsky and I are very close," I said. Bigger mistake. Now he had me pegged all right. Everybody had. So I droned on with a list of the top players and what a bunch of spunks they all were.
"All very sexy guys," I said. "Have the men really caught up with the women?"
"Are we? I don't know mate," he said. He didn't know, he said, if marketing sexy men, if talking about men's sex appeal, would be a positive, or draw bigger crowds. 'Someone like yourself," he winked, "you prefer not to see it." Obviously he was hinting that I couldn't see past a certain colleague.
Well, there you go. The ATP goes to extraordinary lengths to portray its new young guns as the ultimate hornbags. And this little goose, just because he has this fabulous fiancee Kim - who is a lot better than Kath - and loves nothing more than annoying the ATP won't give me a decent story and ruins my reputation into the bargain.
So he got up and left. And I noticed one thing. Thirsky had better legs anyway.
The Daily Telegraph