a goddess called maria sharapova

My hubby and I often talk about gods and demi-gods and why some people seem to have it all. We call them "anak ng Diyos." To name a few: Mel Gibson, husband and wife Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston, Julia Roberts. In order not to sound sour-graping, we just console ourselves by speculating on their skeletons-in-the-closet. Probably, we say, Mel Gibson has "alipunga"; or Julia Roberts has eczema in unseen parts of her body. That's why I laughed so hard until my stomach hurt when I read on the net that Brad Pitt topped the list of "smelliest celebrities." Knowing my aversion to anything that will cause people to get into the "it's you they're talking about" mode, I actually thanked God that I was not Jennifer Aniston.

Now comes Maria Sharapova.

It's a good thing I only came to know about her after her Wimbledon victory. (I don't know what you make of it, but I have learned to maintain my sanity by avoiding the news). Otherwise, I would have gone into another "sighing state" asking why God could be so generous to her--six foot tall, with long leggedness (origin of the word: Melanie Marquez) and a tennis grand slam at age 17. (Is she really only 130 lbs?)

Hmmm... I think she has...

Here we go again!