WE FEEL ANDY RODDICK'S PAIN

This past Saturday, we headed down to Bleecker Street for lunch to try out this seafood place we were hearing good things about. We decided to go for one of the Happy Hour specials -- 6 Blue Point oysters and a glass of red wine for $8 -- and we were having a fine time. We are inexperienced oyster eaters, however, and when the various sauces arrived, we tried every one of them with great fervor: horseradish, Tabasco, and this purple onion and vinegar concoction. This proved to be a grave mistake, for we have a temperamental stomach; one hour later we were back at our apartment, our head in the toilet, cursing ourselves for being such a reckless eater.

We relay this tale to you only after hearing about Andy Roddick's latest problems. On Saturday, Roddick was playing in the semifinals of something called the Indianapolis Tennis Championships when he lost to unseeded Frank Dancevic. Roddick's "excuse" for the loss? He ate some bad fast food the night before and wasn't feeling very well. We can totally relate with Roddick here. After our oyster disaster, we had trouble even going down for our afternoon nap, and would never wish that experience upon anyone.