I know it's fucked up to laugh at this kid succumbing to the heat, but if deriving pleasure from watching his knees buckle and his face plant in to the clay is wrong then I don't even want to be right. If that makes me a bad person then you can just upgrade me to 'First Class' for my inevitable trip to hell, because this visual will never not be funny to me...
More importantly, I can't even tell you how much I would pay to get a clear audio of every word that was uttered from the mouth of Venus Williams during this whole ordeal. Considering she's of the same bloodline as Serena I can only imagine that the things she said under her breathe would make a truck driver head to the nearest church for a soul cleansing sermon. I am half surprised she didn't run over there and drag his lifeless, bewildered body from the field of play to the end of the unemployment line before the team of fedora wearing assholes got there to treat him with kid's gloves. All he had to do was collect tennis balls and not require medical attention. It's basically the job responsibilities of a golden retriever and this kid couldn't even fulfill his duties without making a complete spectacle of himself. It's 1,000 degrees outside and he had the gall to fall asleep on his feet and delay an already physically taxing match while it's two participants stood there melting in the sun. There's a reason you didn't see a courtesy clap from Venus, and it's probably because if she had any energy to waste she would have used it to literally kick this feeble little fetcher while he was down. Someone get this weak minded jerk a gig in an air conditioned mailroom before he causes anymore unnecessary stoppages in relatively important sporting events...even if they are absolutely hilarious to the causal observer.