Ah, supermodels. Can’t live with ‘em. Can’t live with ‘em. No, really. I can’t live with them. It’s apparently against “the law” or something. Like, if I just let myself in the door with a few tools I stole from the locksmith and sleep in their beds while they’re not there, this judge gets all mad at me and blah blah blah - I wasn’t really listening to him that closely.
The sports stud, whose past loves have included singer/actress Mandy Moore and fellow court star Maria Sharapova, is hoping to exchange vows with the Sports Illustrated swimwear issue stunner in Texas. He says, “That’s where we spend most of our time.” Roddick insists he’s keen to keep the nuptials as intimate as possible: “It’ll be very small, probably about 20 or 30 people…”
Like I said, what a jerk. Dude gets to marry a supermodel, but he won’t even let ruthless and uncaring paparazzi in to photograph it. What about the inevitable baby photos? If Roddick’s not willing to sell himself out to the highest tabloid bidder — if he’s not willing to do what it takes to be a celebrity — then what else is he going to do? Play tennis? Pshh.