Actually, I got to France on a plane that could've crashed on landing, then went into an airport where people were blowing up suspicious packages. Nonetheless, I wouldn't have made it France without the winner of this competition.
Back in a few days with one hell of a story about making it to the final four of a tournament (given...a small tournament) with Mean Gene's favorite European player in the four seat.
Oh, yeah, I was in the three seat.
And if you have any interest in keeping up with the French Open, be sure to check it out at the EPT blog.