I spent most of Wimbledon wrapped in blankets (had a flu), drooling on the remote control (because of the flu, obviously), and sweating feverishly (like I said, I had a flu).
Verily, I can imagine no finer sight than a facial-haired Andy Roddick in all white, playing fine, fine tennis, though I'm trying very hard not to think of it, in order to keep my mental faculties intact.
"What kind of shape am I in now? Well round is a shape." said Roddick with a laugh. "I had a very detailed retirement plan, and I feel like I've met every aspect of it: a lot of golf, a lot of carbs, a lot of fried food, and some booze, occasionally — I've been completely committed ... The results have shown."