zondag 31 mei 2009

Susan Boyle runner-up at Britain;s Got Talent

Otherwise then expected Susan was beaten by dance-group Diversity in the finals.

After her fantastic performance of the les Miz song " I dreamed a dream", Susan became an Internet sensation over the whole world and was even on the Oprah Winfrey show. Last week in the semi-finals Susan seemed to crack under the pressure and sang very off-key. She had a meltdown earlier this week after people verbally attacked her in a hotel and it wasn;t even sure she would sing in the big finale because the emotional toll on the woman, who  had a lack of oxygen with birth and was therefore born with minimal brain dysfunction, was simply too high. She did great in the finale though and was praised by the judges. With a recording contract in the pocket, she should have a bright future and hopefully she will be left alone by the paparazzi. I wish our show in the Netherlands had even half the talents they have over in Britain, it sucks over here.

Roland Garros day 7

Serena Williams(2) beats Maria Jose Martinez Sanchez 4-6 6-3 6-4.

Another nail-biter for Serena and filled with drama. Both girls had good stats in the end with Martinez Sanchez 27 winners over 13 unforced errors and Serena 30 winners over 26 unforced errors. A high quality match. But now over to the drama, something that seems to follow Serena everywhere she goes.

At 2-2 in the first set on break point for Martinez Sanchez, the Spanish girl raced to the net where Serena hit the ball straight at her body. In a reflex she got the ball back on the other side of the court. In replay it was obvious that the ball had hit the body of Martinez Sanchez before it hit her racket and thus the point should automatically go to Serena Williams. The referee gave the point and thus the game to Martinez Sanchez though and Serena afterwards branded her a cheater for not honestly saying the truth about the ball hitting her. I can;t really agree with Williams here, who in sportsmanship is no saint herself. The Spanish girl probably did not even know it herself since it was a reflex and it;s not her fault the referee gave her the point. Serena made comments afterwards like "she better not come to the net again" and mentioning she was from Compton ,while adding "I will get you in the locker-room",both are truly unnecessary things to say. She always thinks she is being treated unfairly by the game of tennis, whether it;s the audience, other players or the WTA tour in general. It;' time for some self-reflection, maybe learn something from her sister Venus, who is graceful in all circumstances.

Serena Williams
Serena Williams

Non-stop gay music

About a year ago famous dutch comic, singer and TV-host Gordon started an internet music station called OZ Radio. I have been hooked ever since.

On www.ozradio.nl you can hear gay music without annoying DJ;s, lots of commercials or other crap. It;s ideal for cleaning the house, working out or getting ready for a party!

They have disco music, like Donna Summer;s Bad Girls or Sister Sledge’s He;’s The Greatest Dancer.  Gay artists like George Michael with Flawless, the Pet Shop Boys’ It;s a Sin and Ru Paul’s Supermodel(you better work). Gay icons like Cher with Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves, Madonna’s Ray of Light and Bette Midler’s the Rose. At least half of the songs are up-tempo and often newer tracks like Lady Gaga’s Poker Face, Erick E’s The Beat is Rocking and Camille Jones’ the Creeps are thrown in. Try it out and see if you will love it too!!!!


zaterdag 30 mei 2009

Roland Garros day 6

Agnes Szavay(29) beats Venus Williams(4) 6-0 6-4

I saw Agnes play 2 years ago at the Us Open, where she surprised Svetlana Kuznetsova and made it to the quarter finals. Since then her progress has slowed down a bit. She does have a very nice game, with lots of variation. On clay everyone can be a threat to Venus Williams and most definitely on a day like today. Her forehand on the red dirt is just so fragile and she made a lot of mistakes. Serve wasn;t working and then her whole game is off. Another early exit at Roland Garros. The Williams camp was looking for excuses and were pissed Venus had to play 3 days in a row. But one day it was only a

Agnes Szavay

Agnes Szavay

set and a fit player should obviously be able to play a couple day in a row. Curious if she can pick it up again for Wimbledon, probably!!

Tuscan Adventure



Tuscan Adventure


Driving over the narrow cobblestone streets of the beautiful town-center of Siena, is anything but pretty. It’s like pushing a fat sausage through a keyhole. I totally regret the Red Bull I drank, because I thought I needed to be alert and focused as driving through Florence required. Now I’m jittery and I go about a mile an hour because of the hordes of people. The tourists in their tacky outfits right next to the car and the locals dressed immaculately a couple inches in front of me, talking loudly to each other and acting like they don’t have a care in the world.

My friend says he can’t wait to get to our hotel and drink a bottle of Brunello, the great local red wine, to calm the nerves. I need a couple tranquillizers at this point. But will we ever get there? I am this close to getting out of the car and missing out on one of the most marvelous towns in the world. Could a near nervous breakdown be worth it?

We decided to go to this part of Italy, because it catered to all of our needs to have a fabulous vacation. The food is known to be one of the best in the world, as is the wine. The scenic beauty rivals the best of any other European country, and the cities and small towns are extremely picturesque. Also, definitely in the central and eastern part of Tuscany that we are covering, the art treasures are just breathtaking.

We started our trip in the most famous Tuscan city, Florence. A place known for the piazzas, palazzos and all round great history. We stayed at the Grand Hotel Villa Medici, walking distance from the city centre. The Medici family was one of the most powerful families in Tuscan history and this former 18th century villa had many memories from that glorious time. The rooms were decorated with priceless antiques and paintings from the family’s rich history. The lobby had thick red carpet with embroidery patterns and huge impressive chandeliers. The reason that we chose this hotel was because it was the only one in the city center with an open- air pool. The water in the pool with a surrounding lush garden was unfortunately extremely cold, so not wanting to risk a cardiac arrest diving in, only our feet went in the water for our entire stay there.

We began our sightseeing at the heart of Florence, the Piazza del Duomo consisting of the Duomo, the Baptistry and the Campanile.  The Baptistery, one of Florence’s oldest buildings is very impressive inside with its colorful ceilings, but its engraved paneled golden outside door is simply jaw-dropping.  The tall and narrow Campanile is extremely picturesque as well, with its green, white and pink marble exterior.

After eating a couple scoops of delicious gelato (who could resist those melting glaciers of color), it was time for some exercise so we decided to climb the stairs of the Duomo. And exercise it was on those narrow humid steps. We were happy we were there in the relatively-cool April and not in the middle of summer. It was all worth it in the end though after having such a fantastic birds-view over the city and it’s surrounding green hills.

We like to consider ourselves “foodies”, so that evening we had to try Enoteca Pinchiorri, often described as one of Europe’s best restaurants. The whole ambience with the very formal waiters and the richly decorated tablescapes was enough to make one feel queen for a day but the food even surpasses that. We had the tasting menu consisting of the freshest raw fish, buttery pasta with strong perfumes of thyme, succulent roasted pigeon and scrumptious desert courses. After diner we were also allowed a small tour of their impressive wine cellar, and by that time we were in heaven. It is certainly a special feeling being around bottles of wine that are worth more then a new sports car. 

If seeing teenage Asian girls with colorful outfits and wicked hairdos shrilly giggling at what might be the first penis they have ever seen does it for you, the Galleria dell’Accademia is where you have to be. Other then seeing the real version of the David by Michelangelo in his full glory, for us it was not worth the long waiting time to get in.

Hardly a one trick pony and more then worth its wait was the famous Uffizi, with an enormous collection of Renaissance paintings. That said though, there are only a certain amount of Madonna with child paintings one can see without being under-whelmed.

It was time to get outside and enjoy the beautiful sunny day. We walked to Florence’ oldest bridge, the Ponte Vecchio. It is amazingly cute with overhanging shops on either side where in the olden days the merchants had their ateliers and stores. Unfortunately this day the stores are noisy tourist traps with overpriced jewelry, linen and souvenirs.

Later we admired the great piazza’s (squares) Florence is rich in. Our favorite was the piazza della Signoria with its collection of statues. It’s like a museum and a tanning salon in one.

We ended the day at the lush Boboli gardens, at the other side of the river Arno. This park with it’s ancient cypress trees and adorable little sights is itself worth a visit, but the best part is the overlook from the surrounding Forte di Belvedere where you get the best possible view of Florence’s city centre. You see all the famous buildings in one snapshot.

The next day it was time to leave Florence and make our way to the Grand Hotel Continental in Siena, the heart of Tuscany. Getting there was not easy. Between the erratic Italian scooters and confusing traffic circles in Florence; the lush vineyards, olive groves and beautiful landscapes that made it hard not to stop on the way; and the before-mentioned narrow streets of Siena where we miraculously squeezed our car through, I don’t know which one made it the most difficult. It’s safe to say there is a reason that in the centre of Siena, cars are only allowed to get to your hotel and drop of the luggage.

Standing on the balcony of our hotel, a renovated 1600’s palazzo, all our nerves were quickly replaced by pure awe. With the brisk wind blowing in our faces, we were surrounded by a sea of red rooftops and rose-colored brick buildings. Things are still the same here as hundreds of year ago. It was a magical feeling. The rest of the hotel was very impressive as well, with the frescoed ceilings in our room, use of marble in the high ceiling dining area and private wine cellar for hotel guests.

Siena is a small city of steep medieval alleys that make it a great, but also tiring place to walk. We walked through the town in less than 2 hours. It is hard to believe that in medieval times, Siena was actually the more powerful city over the now much larger Florence. Its architectural style is feminine compared to the more masculine Florence, resulting in buildings and ornaments that are rounder, less square. We saw distinct small multi-colored houses, grand Villas and leftovers of the original ancient gates that used to protect the city. The centre of the town is the fan-shaped piazza del Campo. It is an uneven square surrounded by a white towered palazzo, yellow and red colored buildings some in Byzantium architectural style, little knick-knack stores and bustling cafes. The square was quite empty when we saw it, but every year it hosts a horse race between local competitors cheered on by thousands of spectators.

With some of the world’s richest harvest readily available to local chefs, it should come as no surprise that the culinary scene of Siena is so alluring.

Our most memorable meal was at the little known Cane e Gatto, or cat and dog. With its charming layout, unique art- and antique-filled dining room and only 6 tables, we knew this place had to be special. The old maestro was still running the kitchen with the help of his wife. There were no menus, which made it even more feel like eating at the home of an Italian family. While the place might have looked like an old thrift shop, the food was anything but old and dusty.

We feasted on a hearty cauliflower soup, creamy papardelle with local mushrooms and delicious moist roasted beef. After an exquisite meal we ended the evening in style by visiting the Siena Duomo. We definitely saved the best for last, because this church has got to be one of the most spectacular in the world. 

Red, black and white marble, filled with facades of saints and engravings that from a distance look like dripping wax, it is almost to magical to be real

Tuscany was everything we were hoping for and more. This area really does seem to have it all. The food is phenomenal, the landscapes are truly breathtaking and many of the wonderful little towns are museums in and of themselves. Traveling here during spring is also highly recommended. It is less touristy, not to hot to climb steep stairs or walk around and everything is in full bloom. A couple small nervous breakdowns here and there were so worth it.








vrijdag 29 mei 2009

Roland Garros day 5


Elena Dementieva(4) beats Jelena Dokic 2-6 4-3 ret.

I am an Elena Dementieva fan but seeing her win like this gives no pleasure.

Jelena Dokic has had a rough couple years. A former top 5 player she had a crazy and abusive father that basically destroyed her career. She tried to come back for years but her results always left a lot to be desired. This year at the Australian Open though, she was back and made it to the quarter finals. Since then her results have been mediocre and not a lot of people gave her many chances against former Roland Garros finalist Elena Dementieva. She proved everybody wrong by playing amazing tennis until 2 games all in the second set when she twisted her back. She still managed to win that game but lost the next 2 and could not keep on playing. She left the courts in tears. Hopefully she will be back at Wimbledon. And Elena Dementieva better play better in the next round!!

Janice Dickinson


I personally love Janice, I like her books(3), her tv shows, her appaerences on America’s next top model and basically everywhere i see her. Like most gay men i love a crazy diva.

She has herself admitted to being an recovered drug addict/alcoholic. Lately though her antics seem to show that she is back to her old habits.

According to various reports she was drunk at the gay porn awards, leaving a restaurant in L.A. last month and now it is even caught on tape. Janice was asked to be a part of Finland’s Next Top Model and she showed up at dinner with the girls in the house, started drinking wine and her speech started to slur. She was really out of it, made weird comments to the shocked models and even managed to fell down the stairs screaming for an ambulance and calling the girls stupid.

The next day Janice came back sober and apologized to the girls. According to her she accidentaly took a sleeping aid instead of a Vitamin C and that causes her weird behavior. While the whole thing was hilarious and typical Janice, i doubt many people believe her excuse

Pennsylvania's state senator introduces marriage equality bill


Darryl Leach introduced legislation that would legalize gay marriage and also recognizes same- sex marriages performed elsewhere. According to Leach there has never been a better time for Pennsylvania to embrace equality.

Amen!!!

donderdag 28 mei 2009

Tales of a dutch drama-queen in Colorado




 

 

 

 

 

After arriving in the humid blistering midday heat of a Colorado summer, at the homely decorated lobby (and I use that term very loosely) of the Econo-Lodge in Brush, the porky proprietress of this shabby joint asks us, upon looking at our new slacks and Italian shoes, what brings a couple guys like you to a place like this.

I asked myself that same question a couple of minutes earlier when, less then a mile from the motel, we saw a red sign on the side of the road that advises people not to stop for hitchhikers, since there is a state penitentiary across the street. I promise myself then to sleep with one eye open, while I envision being stabbed to death.

My boyfriend  grew up in Colorado and after showing him the joys of the Netherlands, where I is was born, it was time for him to return the favor and guide me through the great Centennial State. We would first visit the area where he was raised around Brush and Fort Morgan on the eastern plains, followed by a road-trip to Vail in the Rocky Mountains. We would end our journey in Colorado’s capital, Denver. It would certainly become an adventure with some things good, some bad and some truly awful. 

 

We walk up the metal steps of the Econo-Lodge and upon opening the hotel room, my first impression is cautiously optimistic. There is a wooden desk with a TV, a fridge, a red fluffy chair and a big bed with a blue flowery comforter. After closer inspection though, I see several bloodstains on the covers and shriveled brown insects on the floor while strong insect-spray scents are infiltrating my nostrils. The small window is open but there is no breeze and also no air-conditioning in sight.

I decide to freshen up my sloshing pits and change my drenched green shirt. When I open the bathroom door, I shriek like a girl. Throngs of huge brown moths – called millers by the locals – find there way out of the air filter and are violently waving their wings while circling me. Needless to say, I slam the door, yell to my boyfriend that I’m not going to stay here for another second and march out of the room to our car, fuming like a teakettle. He calmly follows me, calls some family and secures our night-rest within minutes.

Brush is a city with around 5,000 people, highlighted by a trailer park. Four of the ten stores in the city center are ‘antique’ shops. Parrish Galleries is the largest, and my friend had a classmate back in junior high who is the son of the owners. Every weekend as a kid, the guy had to go to markets all over Colorado with his parents to find new material for their store and upon entering it today we both can’t help but feel overtly sorry for him. The place smells like an old sock, the owners act grumpy and look ratty with ripped clothes, and all there is to see are rusty pots, broken plates and stained postcards. We leave the store as quickly as we came in. 

Our next stop is Fort Morgan, known to me as the “Smelly City”. The nickname is due to the fumes of its 3 factories; a sugar-beet factory, a meat-processing plant, and a sewage treatment center. Even though some of the houses are modernly designed and have well-groomed gardens, it is hard for me to fathom that my partner grew up here.

All I can see in this area is dry and rocky surface with thorny stickers everywhere, no rivers, no buildings of any significance. Everything seems so monotonous and it’s truly depressing to me.

It’s time to leave this part of Colorado behind and drive to the famous ski resort of Vail. The closer we get to the rocky Rockies, the more diverse the landscape becomes, with lush green hills, snow-capped mountaintops, clear lakes and rugged creeks.

We make a stop in Central City, a town that in the late 1800’s, during the Gold Rush, was one of the richest towns in the U.S. The Gold veins were soon exhausted though and most people lost their money quickly. That is exactly what we are doing behind the slot machines and black jack-tables that now are the backbone of the local economy. Our temporary companions were primarily fidgeting old brittle ladies, covered in cheap jewelry, with their eyes fixated on those machines. With every pull at the slot machine their gaunt faces grimace and their wrinkly claws get even veinier. The city tries to establish itself as the Vegas in Colorado but the only similarity is the gambling. Central City is still very low key, and because of old multi-colored brick buildings, narrow streets and the surrounding tree-filled mountains it looks more like a western town then a gambling Valhalla. The town’s main sight is the marble, balconied old opera house. It was build in 1870’s and during summer it functions as a theater.

The 8.4-mile steep and winding road we take to get back and forth from the highway to this old mining town was finished in 2004 to cater to the casino crowd. With the current financial state of most casinos due to the economic crisis, I suspect the city has some regrets over this extremely expensive development.

Vail makes this European feel right at home. The town is modeled in Austrian style, with wooden houses and stores, several cuckoo’s clocks and little knick-knack stores. There is something for all shoppers: original knives, clothing and souvenirs. And all that while being surrounded by scenic mountain beauty. We stop at a yellow colored brick restaurant where the waiting staff is dressed in lederhosen and Austrian costumes. The menu mainly consists of beer and hearty grub. All the outdoor air makes us feel hungry and we devour the tasty but fatty schnitzels in minutes. I immediately start to feel the altitude of this ski-resort though. It’s over 8000 feet and for someone originating from one of the flattest countries in the world this is a new experience. I have to catch my breath a lot more then normal.

Our hotel is the Ritz Carlton, a little out of the center in Bachelor Gulch. This luxury mountain resort is made of wood and stone and costs a small monthly wage a night in the winter, but since we are out of season the prices are a lot more reasonable. It has multiple stunningly decorated public areas with pristine antique vases, comfy leather sofas and huge chandeliers. Our suite, the size of a moderate New York apartment, has a separate country-chic living area, 2 private cozy fireplaces, a marble counter topped chef’s kitchen and a bathroom with the best smelling toiletries I have ever encountered in a hotel. The very friendly and helpful staff makes us feel even more privileged. 

While driving back from Vail to Denver we make a stop in a tourist trap called Georgetown to satisfy our empty stomachs. Like Central City this town reached its peak during the Gold Rush; now it’s known for an ancient scenic railroad, a neighboring great clear lake and buildings that are a bright pink, lime green and sunny yellow. Here I encounter two of Colorado’s trademarks. I see a bedazzling creature in a home decorating store that is a mix between a jackrabbit and an antelope. I look at it closely for a little while and my friend says it’s a jackalope. He tells me he used to go hunting for them when he was a kid. Luckily for me a store manager is nice enough to confirm my doubts about the authenticity of this creature and tells me enthusiastically it’s an ancient legend caused by sighting of rabbits with a virus that caused antler like tumors in various places.

We enter a typical Wild West saloon called the Red Ram where the décor is very traditional with simple wooden tables and chairs, a player piano and a spittoon. With Willy Nelson singing in the background, I order a moist perfectly seared Buffalo burger and my friend orders the oysters. I question his sanity to order raw seafood in a place so far removed from the ocean, but as the plate arrives, I understand this is something different. I see fried bull testicles on his white plate. I hesitate a couple minutes before trying a mouthful of this delicacy. The rich juicy organ meat flavor is not for everyone, but it’s not as bad as I feared either. This might not be the first testicle I’ve had in my mouth, but it certainly is the first one I swallowed.

From the city of Denver I only remember small details, because the night went by in a haze. While out for an otherwise delicious dinner of roasted rosemary chicken and crispy fingerling potatoes, I can’t even have a simple conversation without trying to catch my breath.

I tell my friend we have to skip dessert because I’m feeling worse by the second. While walking out of the restaurant I feel clammy and dizzy, my heart races literally 140 beats a minute and I think I’m loosing consciousness. I’m having a heart attack, I keep thinking; I’m going to die. We manage to get to the hotel where I quickly take 3 tranquillizers to calm me down a bit. I’m crying and moaning softly on the bed while laying in a fetal position. Meanwhile my boyfriend tries to comfort me and tells me I’m going to be ok. One hour goes by followed by another one, and finally after 3 hours I feel a little more calmed down and realize I’m not going leave Denver in a casket. My friend does a little research on the Internet and we come to the conclusion that this is altitude sickness followed by a major panic attack.

The next day I walk through Denver International airport like Anna Nicole Smith during her reality show days. I feel numb, drowsy, talk slurry and still have difficulty breathing. 

Sure it was really interesting to see where my boyfriend grew up. The hotel in Vail was like a dream come true, the old mining towns where we walked and gawked were memorable and I even learned a thing or two. Yet as I board the plane back to New York, I promise myself whole- heartedly never to set foot in Colorado again.

 

 

 

 

 

Octo-Mel

Mel Gibson jokingly referred so himself as Octo -Mel on the Jay Leno show, because his new girlfriend Oksana Grigorieva is pregnant with his 8th child. The mother of his other seven is his former wife of 28  years.

Isn;t it ironic how the devout christian, who is famous for his anti-gay and anti-Semitic comments, builds churches in south America, yet doesn;t seem to care about his own extramarital babies and unchristian-like behaviour.

And is it me or does his new lover actually look like the octo-mommy.


California Supreme Court uphold prop 8


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In the state Iowa gay couples can get married but in California, with gay capitols like San Francisco, Los Angeles and Palm Springs, marriage is still denied to gay and lesbian couples. The court’s decision has undermined the central principle of equal rights for all. Yes, the people of  California voted against gay marriage by a narrow margin of 52 percent, but polls show that today the results would have likely been different. But even with that in mind, in history equality for minorities has always been achieved at the courts and not through a referendum. That;s why the court, that decided 6-1 against gay marriage, should have made prop 8 invalid . Hopefully by 2010, the gay marriage issue will be on the ballot again and Californians will vote in favor of it. The marriages performed before the ban will remain valid. While this is certainly a good thing, it’s also a little contradicting and seems to be some sort of olive branch to sooth the pain for  people  favoring gay marriage.

The white house has remained rather silent on the issue, as on many issues regarding the gay community so far. From all the promises before the election not much has become reality so far

Times Square Car Free


26052009

On Sunday major Bloomberg closed down an 8 block stretch on Times Square. It;s an experiment that will become final if it’s working well. According to studies traffic should be 20% faster in midtown. I know how blocked up that area can be so that is a huge plus. Also the more pedestrian friendly nature of the area will be good for sight-seeing and shopping. Finding a cab back home from the theatre might be a little harder though. So far most people seem to be enthusiastic.

Nevada Governor vetoes Domestic Partnerships Bill

According to Jim Gibson it conflicts with the 2002 state’s amendment against same sex marriage.  He says gay couples should resort to legal contracts between themselves to protect their assets. What he seems to overlook here is that even though personal legal contracts can be made, the extra taxes gay couples then have to pay over their partner’s assets is much more then  the amount married/domestic partnered couples have to pay.

Nevada also might lose some of the estimated $700 Billion in buying power from the LGBT community. One of  the reason why Harrah;s entertainment and the Nevada Resort association were in favor of the bill.

celebrities against H8

Many famous people have spoken up in support of gay marriage and against the California Supreme Court’s decision to uphold prop 8

Charlize Theron, Rob Thomas from Matchbox Twenty, George Clooney, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Shanna Moakler, Pete Wentz, Kelly Osbourne, Deborah Gibson, Drew Barrymore, the Kardashian sister;s and even religious celebrities like Heidi and Spencer Pratt, Britney Spears and Miley Cyrus.

A couple in the rally against prop 8 this week that caught my eye are my favorite comedian Kathy Griffin and her lovely and equally hilarious 89-y old mother Maggy.

Roland Garros day 4

Being a big tennis fan I am super excited that the biggest clay court tournament in the world started this week. As a kid I watched it the whole day when I had a day off and as much as I could during schooldays. I even wrote down all the scores point by point. I also played on a pretty high level as a kid

 

Since then a lot has changed. I don;t play that much anymore but still keep up to date with all the results and sometimes still watch it on TV and even in real life. I was at the US open. the tournament in Charleston and in Stanford. Women;s tennis is my main interest and I will every day try to list on of the results I found most interesting of that day

Maria Sharapova beats Nadia Petrova(11) 6-2 1-6 8-6

This match was already before it started the match of the day. Maria is coming back from a long shoulder injury that kept her out for most of the last 12 months. She only played one tournament coming into Roland Garros and also is not very much at ease at clay. Nadia Petrova definitely is, she has had major success on the red dirt and is always a very dangerous opponent. The biggest opponent of Petrova are her own nerves that often get the best of her and have lost her many tight matches. Today was no different.

In the first set Maria was hitting the ball extremely hard en precise and left Nadia surprised. The second set was at a very high level from Petrova and Sharapova made more and more errors. At a point away from being down 5-2  in the third set Sharapova looked ready to go home. But then her mental toughness showed and she started pummeling shots down the line in her typical fashion.

A highly entertaining and good quality match.