Jake knows of my adoration for women’s tennis (more specifically, of my adoration for Maria Sharapova). Today, as I ate lunch from home, he calls.

Jake: Turn it to ESPN.
Me: Why?
Jake: Just do it.

I turn the channel to see Maria Sharapova, adorned in her little skirt, grunting, moaning and serving heat to Japan’s Ai Sugiyama at Wimbledon. In a well-played tennis match, Sharapova won 5-7, 7-5, 6-1. She will now face Lindsay Davenport in the semifinals. It is moments such as these that reinforce why I am friends with Jake.