Well whatever Roberto Luongo may be experiencing I sincerely regret the double shot of wheat grass an hour ago.

Presently I am thinking thoughts about Roger Federer.

Had a lovely chat with an Ethiopian woman walking up the hill (from the unfortunate wheat grass infusion) she told me all would be well because she’d prayed for Luongo. She declared to the traffic that he wasn’t support by his players during that other match. As she left she repeated I prayed for him. V moving. Never mind the goals, he’s a lucky man to have this woman’s prayers and sympathy.

If that wheat grass keeps me from the tumbling mats tonight I shall lose all faith in the power of greens. Gurgle, gurgle, you need the stomach of a bovine to digest it.