Sometime late in the fourth set of Monday's grueling, mesmerizing, intoxicating and, yes, agonizing match between Dominic Thiem and Juan Martin del Potro, my wife walked in -- she had heard me screaming relentlessly for at least an hour -- and she asked me a question:
Oh that Delpo forehand
Oh that Delpo forehand
Oh that Delpo forehand
Sometime late in the fourth set of Monday's grueling, mesmerizing, intoxicating and, yes, agonizing match between Dominic Thiem and Juan Martin del Potro, my wife walked in -- she had heard me screaming relentlessly for at least an hour -- and she asked me a question:
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