Also, Juan Martin

It's official: the world's most powerful forehand belongs to Juan Martin del Potro, who hit multiple winners from that wing at 110mph+ during his match against Federer on Monday. That's faster than most WTA first serves and many in the ATP. At the final Steve Tignor sat about eight rows off the court, an ideal spot from which to observe groundstrokes. He described del Potro's forehand as giving the appearance of almost melting into the court rather than bouncing off it, a bizzaro-world effect generated by the speed and flat angle at which the big man strikes the ball. Can you imagine how he'll perform at Wimbledon once he accustoms himself to moving on grass?

Scary.

Also, he seems to be pointing at someone as he rotates his shoulders to bring the right arm forward and across his body. Not a directional cue, mind you, more like a gesture of recognition, as in, "hey, I know you, you're cool" or "musica, por favor." How awesome would it be if every time del Potro hit a forehand, a big band started to play? Or maybe just a single electric bass, so that the intervals between strokes would syncopate the players' movements in a hybrid experimental dance.

Anyway, that's fast. No wonder Federer lost his cool and swore at the chair umpire.

Slothrop: That's all fine and good, but does he have a gorgeous head like Priest? Also, I miss Jimmy Connors. And you know, I really would like to learn to play tennis, truly. I have no idea how that would be possible now that my running is leaving me exhausted every day and my knee wobbly but steady. Though I did purchase a hot-neon-green wrist band today. Send a nigga a flare for a hit-around will you, you honky summabitch.

Koko: What does Priest have to do with anything?! If anyone needs mentioning it's black prince Eddie.