The 1927 Wimbledon finals were almost put off because of the rain, which threatened every moment.
If I don't get you now, I'll get you later.
I think that's the difference between meetings in New York and L.A. In New York, it's like, 'Be there, and be there on time.' In L.A. it's like, 'Oh, we get it. You might have ran into traffic. We'll reschedule.'
Postponed is not abandoned.
Tomorrow is our final show. That is unless it rains, and then there will be a rain delay. We'll probably make it up in a doubleheader around Labor Day.
If I don't make it today, I'll come in tomorrow.
Clearly it was time to consider rescheduling that optometrist appointment I'd missed last fall.
Cancelled isn't a bad word because it happens everyday.
At Wimbledon if it is slightly wet you don't even play the match. At the French Open you need to just get on with it and somehow adjust.
So I went to George and told him I had the opportunity to become the figurehead of a government safety campaign, and he agreed to give me the week off and reschedule shooting!
Postponement: The father of failure.
