When I was standing in my boxer shorts, tennis racquet in hand, at 2.30am preparing to tackle a burglar, any thoughts of Queen's or Wimbledon were a million miles away.I woke up in a panic when the alarm went off in the early hours of Monday morning, and a quick check told me that the disturbance had come in the room furthest away from my bedroom.The adrenaline was pumping so I reached for my racquet - what else? - and headed off to investigate. With just me and my girlfriend in the house, I thought I needed to be all macho and show them just who they were dealing with.Fortunately, it turned out to be a fault with the alarm - and I've got to say I was very relieved to find there was no-one there! That definitely wasn't the way I wanted to be using my racquet on finals day at Queen's.Of course I was wide awake now and couldn't get back to sleep, so I ended up watching the end of the Miami Heat against Dallas Mavericks basketball game until 3.30am. Again, not the preparation I'd planned, but I guess it worked out OK in the end.