I began this World Cup season believing that soccer was boring and tedious and difficult to understand. While it’s definitely still tedious and difficult to understand, I get now that it can be just as nerve-wracking and heart-poundingly awesome as football or basketball or hot dog eating contests. The next sport I plan to try and understand: tennis. I mean, it’s looks relaxing, people wear cute little polo shirts and plaid shorts, and Kirsten Dunst and Paul Bettany made a totally cute rom-com about Wimbledon a few years ago (just kidding I never saw that stupid crap film).

But after yesterday’s win by American John Isner after the longest tennis match in Wimbledon history, which spanned over three days and lasted over 11 hours, I have absolutely no desire to do so.

Isner finally edged out his opponent, Nicolas Mahut, on day three: 70 – 68. He collapsed on the ground, exhausted, probably because he had been playing tennis for THREE DAYS STRAIGHT. Lucky for him, his win will always be overshadowed by the US soccer team’s win and Landon Donovan’s unbelievable last second goal. What were we talking about again?

Anyway — congrats, John Isner, you are truly an example of a warrior, willing to go the distance for your passion.

Here’s the real question: in the rest of the world, do they call tennis like, volleyball, or something?