Well, well, well, look at this. We got ourselves a match comin’ up. They call it the Japan Open Tennis Championships. Sounds fancy, huh? Two fellas, Machac and Michelsen, gonna be beatin’ the tar outta that little ball. Who’s gonna win, you ask? Shucks, if I knew that, I’d be rich, wouldn’t I?
This here Machac fella, he’s from… Czechia, I reckon. That’s what them fancy folks on the TV said. And this Michelsen, he’s one of ours, an American boy. Young’uns, both of ’em. Got a lot of pep in their step, I bet. This here game, it’s important, they say. It’s a quarter-final. Now, I don’t know much about quarters, ‘cept that you need four of ’em to make a dollar. But in this tennis thing, it sounds like a big deal.
These two boys, they’re good, I hear. Playin’ on a hard court. Not like the dirt road back home. Smoother, I imagine. Easier on the knees, maybe. My knees ain’t what they used to be, let me tell ya.
- Machac, he’s alright. Strong as an ox, maybe.
- Michelsen, that American boy, he’s got some fire in him, too.
Now, who’s better on what kind of ground? Well, that Michelsen, they say he does real good on the, uh, “*.” Whatever that is. Sounds like a rock to me. Wins a lot, that boy. Something like 83 out of a hundred. Don’t do so good on clay, though. Clay’s like mud, right? Gets all stuck to your shoes. Only wins about 38 outta a hundred on that stuff. This Machac, he likes that “*” too.
Figurin’ out who’s gonna win, that’s a tough one. They look at all sorts of things. How they been playin’ lately, if they played each other before, and that kinda stuff. It’s like tryin’ to guess how many beans are in a jar. You can look and you can guess, but you never really know for sure until you count ’em all up.
They keep track of somethin’ called “H2H.” Sounds like some kinda secret code. Head-to-head, they call it. Means how these two did when they played against each other before. But I don’t think they ever did play each other, so it’s like startin’ fresh.
I’ve seen folks put down bets on this kind of thing. Like bettin’ on a rooster fight, only with rackets instead of claws. I don’t hold with that myself. Too much like throwin’ your money away, if you ask me. But these young folks, they like to do that, I guess. They call it “odds.” Like how much you could maybe win, or somethin’.
They got all these fancy ways of lookin’ at it, comparin’ the two. Like weighin’ two hogs at the county fair, seein’ which one’s gonna bring home the blue ribbon. It is hard to make a prediction.
Machac and Michelsen. Two young fellas. Full of vinegar. Gonna be a show, I reckon. This prediction thing is too complicated for me. They got all their numbers and their “H2H” and their “*” and what not. Me, I just like to watch a good game. They say this Machac vs Michelsen thing is gonna be one of the best, with all their daily prediction and stuff. This ATP thing is popular.
This whole thing is in Tokyo. That’s in Japan. Far away. Never been there myself. But I hear it’s a nice place. This tennis thing, it sure does take these boys all over the world.
- Hard court.
- Clay.
- Grass.
- Carpet. Sounds like playin’ in your livin’ room.
They got all these different kinds of courts. Seems kinda silly to me. Why not just play on regular ground? But what do I know? I’m just an old lady. This prediction is making my head spin.
Machac vs Michelsen prediction, that’s what they all talkin’ about, this ATP, WTA, ITF, they are all big tennis games. Who’s gonna win? Who’s gonna lose? Shucks, who knows? Just gotta watch and see, I reckon. Just like watchin’ the sun come up. You know it’s gonna happen, but you never know exactly how it’s gonna look until you see it. This tennis prediction thing is for young folks, I guess.
