Wimbledoves...blogging it out across the net.

We don't do a lot of sport on here, not compared to all those blogs where they jog and cycle and things and don't worry that's not about to change, but it's time for Wimbledon again, we must all find our plimsolls, don our whites, gut the cats, string up the Dunlops, get the balls out of the freezer, find an umpire and take to the court....from the armchair of course.
Some years I'm engrossed in Wimbledon, some years I'm not. This year I feel a bit tennis-y and so if anyone wants to sign up to the Tennis For Free dream team, fritter away for free a virtual £50 million in choosing their players and then join the Wimbledoves group mini-league before next Monday then please please do.
If not I shall be looking a right wally here in these frilly things bouncing a ball around on my own but there's more at stake.
I've very rashly volleyed out a virtual challenge so I'm hoping you'll stand by me. I just couldn't stop myself, the bright young things over at Scott Pack's  Meandmybigmouth will probably be flaunting their carbon fibre racquets and a lot of lycra and rear-facing peaked caps and they are going to blog it out across the net with us.
So Scott and I need at least five participants each to get into  the inter-mini-league and compete and he's got his already, all eager, bouncing around on the baseline and slamming down their practice serves at 132mph.
Can we raise at least five here?
I was in Scott's mini-league last year and contributed to my own demise with some very unwise purchases and I'll also put it down to those sleeves (handy for storing spare balls) which got hopelessly in the way when I was going for my blistering double-handed cross-court backhand drive .
Choosing your players is the best bit, especially if like me you only know about four of them, spend 40 million on those and then have a pittance left and end up buying players you've never heard of because the names sound quite nice. In the absence of John Newcombe I'm pinning my hopes on Fabio Fognini who only cost me 2.5 million.
This year I've also very generously and patriotically splashed out 3 million on the three British girls for my women's team having already been a bit extravagent with the Williams sisters.
It's all a bit of fun and fun is good and the fun begins with registering and choosing your players, it's easy to do, then join Wimbledoves and the Tennis for Free website does the rest (oh yes and the real players of course) aggregating scores throughout Wimbledon.
Next bit of fun is the site-generated password to join Wimbledoves which is utterly ridiculous and you'll have to do a whopping great big bit of cutting and pasting on this one but here goes
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So fellow Wimbledoves our pride is at stake, I'll meet you in the armchair locker room for some strawberries and cream high energy protein drinks and then I've booked Centre Court for our first stroll around five set practice match and a team gossip motivational talk.
I think we must slay the opposition with our sartorial elegance on the virtual court so fashion will be high on our list of match priorities and I might go and dig out a Teddy Tinling or two.
Does anyone remember Peaches Barkowitz? I always wanted to be her.