Yonex, Lotto, Wilson, Kswiss, and no, we aren’t talking
about new additions to the Pitt-Jolie clan.
Clothing labels that you never really hear about and god forbid ever
have to look at until those two weeks in January when tennis fans from all over
decide to take the Vline down to the big smoke, don a polo shirt, matching shorts, visor (yes, visor) plastered with a big Reebok logo
(does Reebok even exist anymore?). Given how often I am in the city these days,
working and all, I have the pleasure of navigating my way through the countless
‘we aren’t twins but wear matching tennis outfits’ fans and the ever more
frequent ‘I could have been on the tour but instead I work in IT, so I wear the
exact same outfit as Nadal because basically we are the same, because if he
wasn’t on the tour let’s face it, he looks like he would work in IT’ fan.
Riddle me this tennis fans – why do you feel the need to dress like the players? Why?
In my formative years as gymnast (mostly in name), my mother
never turned up to watch me in her high-cut leotard with her hair pinned back
like she was getting a consult from Dr Ray.
And when I was playing netball, the only other poor saps that had to get
around in the same getup were the old boilers running the show that seemed to
take pride in showing off their bloomers.
We need more of this…
And less of this…
Oh wait, she is being paid to wear that…
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