... a floppy eared character weeps.
As Monday's rain delayed final not only deprived the PoD of the French Open title (tell me ... when was he ever leading at any point cos that must have passed me by), it also deprived Goofy of his yearly Spring encounter with his best mate, Dorky. *sob*
Dorky - however - was making an appearance on the podium on Court Philippe Chatrier. As in timed honoured fashion, this careless, loveable, daftie smashed himself in the face with the very trophy that he'd spent the best part of two weeks trying to win.
Any rumours that Dorky also burnt his fingers on the hot metal of the Mosquito's Cup is a nasty untruth being spread by the hatahs. ;)
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