So, should you enter? Absolutely. The cost to enter is zero. The cost to daydream is priceless. You lose nothing but a few minutes of your life filling out a form.
The thrill of seeing that “Congratulations” email? It will make your year. I’m not being dramatic. It’s a legitimate, heart-pumping rush.
And if you lose? You join a club of millions. A club of hopeful, rejected, but resilient tennis fans. We share the pain. We laugh at the odds.
So go ahead. Mark your calendar for September. Write your essay-length desire for a specific court. Hit submit. And then wait. The Wimbledon ballot is a game of patience, luck, and very refined British hope. Good luck, you glorious fool.
