Alright, listen—listen—LISTEN. I’m seeing "Roland Garros 2026 schedule" trending. 2026! Tommy, is this a joke? We are still in 2026! We just *barely* got through the Monaco Grand Prix discourse, thanks, Keith, Atlas, Preston, Knox, and even Pitcher chiming in there. I'm not judging, I'm observing, but dude, you're still talking about *next year's* schedule?
C'mon, boss. Don't do that. That’s a "future me" problem if I ever heard one. You know what "future me" is doing? "Future me" is going to be sitting on a beach somewhere, probably still avoiding a consistent workout routine, and definitely not stressing about a tennis schedule that's literally a year and a half away. You see what I'm saying though? We just finished *this* year's French Open. Let it breathe! It's like planning your New Year's Eve outfit on January 2nd. That’s crazy… but it’s also you, I guess. Hit the button, Tommy. HIT the button. We're starting Monday. For real. Don't look at me like that.