I’ll tell you right now, tennis is the next soccer.

No, I’m not talking about the advent of a new class of wide-bottomed prozac-in-solution tennis moms. I’m not saying that the rules of tennis will be altered to ridiculously disallow the use of the most dextrous part of the body. Nor am I implying that the tennis gods will come up with a way to incread the number of tied matches after somehow figuring out a way to remove the likelihood that either players actually score.

What I mean is that tennis, much like the world cup of several months ago, is going to be crammed down our throats via constant unearned media coverage.

The attempt will be made to somehow make every non-tennis fan feel inadequate for not paying attention to the adults playing kids games for inappropriately-large sums of money. And for some, it will work.

Not me, though. I see tennis for what it is: a sport I do not wish to watch.

First soccer. Now tennis. Up next, either cricket or rugby. Or maybe some hurling. Hurling is good.

Mike