This Kostyuk girl, she play tennis, you know? And that Kasatkina, she play too. Big match, they say. Who win? Who lose? Hard to say, hard to say.
Kostyuk, Kasatkina, Big Fight!
They both hit that little ball real good. Back and forth, back and forth. Kostyuk, she young, strong like ox. Kasatkina, she older, maybe more smart. This match, it’s like rooster fight, only with rackets.
They say this Kostyuk girl, she gonna win. Three sets, they say. What’s a set? Don’t know. Just know they play long time. This tennis, it’s tiring, I tell ya. I rather watch my chickens, more peaceful.
- Kostyuk young.
- Kasatkina older.
- Who win? Who knows!
Tokyo, They Say
They playing in Tokyo. Far away, that place. Japan, they call it. Lots of people there, all squished together. I seen it on the TV. They eat raw fish. Can you believe it? Raw fish! They got these little sticks to eat, chopsticks they call ’em, all fancy.
This match, big deal in Tokyo. Kasatkina, Kostyuk, all over the news. They got odds, they say. Numbers and such. Like betting on horses, but it’s tennis. Confusing, I tell ya.
Who’s Better, This Girl or That Girl?
They got these computer things now, they tell you who gonna win. Fancy machines. They say Kostyuk got the edge. What’s an edge? Like a knife? She gonna cut Kasatkina down? Don’t know. These computers, they think they know everything.
They say Kasatkina, she win 63% of the time. Big number, that. But this Kostyuk, she win first part, first set, they say. Then maybe she get tired. Young folks, they got energy, but they run out fast. Like firecrackers.
- Computers say Kostyuk win.
- Kasatkina win a lot, too.
- First part, Kostyuk strong.
They Play in Germany, Too
They played before, these two. In Germany, another place far away. People speak funny, don’t understand a word. They drink that beer, eat them sausages. They say Kostyuk and Kasatkina, they play there too. Tennis, it takes you places, I guess.
That Kasatkina Girl, She Likes Girls
Hear some talk about that Kasatkina girl. They say she like other girls. Not boys. Funny, that. In my day, girls like boys, boys like girls. Simple. Now, everything mixed up. World’s changing, I guess. Don’t understand it all, but that’s what they say. She said it herself, on the TV. That’s brave, I guess, to say such things.
My Two Cents
Me? I don’t know who gonna win. Kostyuk, Kasatkina, they both good, I guess. This tennis, it’s all about hitting that ball. And running. Lots of running. I’m too old for that. I rather sit and watch my chickens. They don’t play tennis, thank goodness. Just lay eggs. Good, simple eggs.
This Kostyuk, she strong. Maybe she win. But that Kasatkina, she got experience. Maybe she win. It’s like the weather. You never know for sure what’s gonna happen. You just wait and see. And hope for the best, I guess. That’s all you can do.
These young folks, they got it tough. Always traveling. Always playing. Always in the news. Me, I’m happy with my little life. My chickens. My garden. No tennis for me. Just peace and quiet. That’s the best, I tell ya. The best. Kasatkina Kostyuk, they can have their tennis. I’ll take my eggs any day. Yes, sir, that’s right.
- Tennis is hard.
- Chickens are easy.
- Eggs are good.
This match will be good, probably. They are good players, Kasatkina Kostyuk. If you like tennis, you will like it. It is a good sport, for young people. Strong people. Not for old ladies like me. No, sir.
So, there you have it. Kasatkina, Kostyuk. Big match. Watch it if you want. Me? I got better things to do. Like check on my chickens.
