They’re better?
They’re faster—sure, at first.
They’re the fresh tennis balls of Babolat.
It’s goodbye, Dunlop. A new sphere dawns.
French balls at the French Open. Did you expect less?
Shouldering a heavy workload at the French Open? All that running and sliding and now this…
A song-and-dance about nothing, you say?
Well, let’s give the musical some lyrics and a tune.
Here’s to ballsy folk at Roland Garros.