The Wimbledon audiences can get on my nerves in several regards. First, the plethora of royals and over-privileged big-knobs and celebs who seem to always be able to get in, along with their brats of course, unlike the hoi-polloi. 'Twas ever thus and I suppose it's the traditional Brit establishment thing. Second, there's always some bellend in the crowd who simply has to be the last to shout out before a serve. I suppose he's set his recorder at home so that he can play it back to his kids and say, "Hey, that was meeeee! Did you hear it?" But I managed to see past all that yesterday and enjoy tennis absolutely as good as it gets in that men's final.