I plunged my sword back into my pants and walked into Tenjune just as Hamptons magazine cover boy Andy Roddick was scruffily taking the stage. "I didn't know I was gonna make a speech," he cutely stammered, with spiky hair trauma. "Turn the music back on." Over the thump-thump, I screamed to Roddick “the rare sports star I've heard of” that he's the first public figure I’ve ever seen not seize the chance to filibuster to his ego's content "I don't want to hear myself talk," he said, laughing, and I realized neither do I, but damn, he's plenty cute.