Well, let me tell ya ’bout this Kim somethin’ and that Hewitt fella. Them two, they were a thing back in the day, you know, when they were hittin’ tennis balls real good, like the best in the world they say. Kim Clijsters and Lleyton Hewitt, yeah, that’s their names. Been hearin’ folks chatter ’bout ’em.
Now, this ain’t no fancy story, mind you. It’s just how I heard it, like passin’ gossip over the fence with the neighbor. Seems they were together for a good four years or so. Four years! That’s a long time, even for raisin’ chickens.
They say their love story, if you can call it that, was somethin’ else. Always in the spotlight, them two. Folks watchin’ their every move, on the court and off. Must’ve been tough, I reckon. Like tryin’ to bake a cake with everyone peekin’ in your windows.
- Kim Clijsters, real good at tennis, they say.
- Lleyton Hewitt, he was good too, speedy little fella.
- They loved each other, or so they said.
- Then, poof! It all ended.
Heard tell that Lleyton, he called Kim one of the greatest tennis players ever. Well, ain’t that somethin’? Guess he knew a thing or two about tennis, even if he didn’t know how to keep a girl, huh?
Then, bam! Kim, she goes and shocks everyone. Says they’re breakin’ up. Just like that. One day they’re engaged, next day they ain’t. Makes ya wonder what went wrong, don’t it? Maybe they argued ’bout who got the bigger piece of pie, who knows?
Kim, she later said she learned a lot from that time with Lleyton. Well, I guess even when things go sour, you can still learn somethin’. Like learnin’ not to put too much salt in the soup, or you’ll ruin the whole darn pot.
They got engaged, you see, in 2003. Big news it was. Folks thought they’d get hitched and have a whole bunch of little tennis players runnin’ around. But nope, didn’t happen. Next year, they called it quits. Twenty years ago, that was. Twenty years! Seems like yesterday I was milkin’ the cows and hearin’ ’bout it on the radio.
This Lleyton fella, he was born in Australia, Adelaide they say. Real fast on the court, like a jackrabbit. Won some big matches, US Open, Wimbledon. Guess he was good with a racket, not so good with the ladies, though.
Now he’s got himself another woman, Bec her name is. Says he loves her a lot, got three kids together. Calls her his “rock.” Well, good for him, I say. Everyone deserves a rock, someone to lean on when things get tough. Like a good fence post holdin’ up the wire.
So, that’s the story, as best as I can tell it. Kim and Lleyton. A tennis love story that went kaput. Happens all the time, I reckon. People fall in love, fall out of love. It’s just like the weather, changin’ all the time. One day it’s sunshine, next day it’s rain. You just gotta roll with it, that’s what I say. Tennis Players, Lleyton Hewitt Tennis Player, they were somethin’ alright. But life goes on, just like the seasons. And that, as they say, is that. Just a bit of gossip, nothin’ more, nothin’ less.
