Who is Maria Sharapova

Maria Yuryevna Sharapova (UK: SHA-rə-POH-və, US: SHAR-; Russian: Мари́я Ю́рьевна Шара́пова, IPA: [mɐˈrʲijə ʂɐˈrapəvə] (listen); born 19 April 1987) is a Russian former world No. 1 tennis player. She competed on the WTA Tour from 2001 to 2020 and was ranked world No. 1 in singles by the Women's Tennis Association (WTA) for 21 weeks. She is one of ten women, and the only Russian, to achieve the career Grand Slam. She is also an Olympic medalist, having won silver in women's singles at the 2012 London Olympics.

Sharapova became the world No. 1 for the first time on 22 August 2005 at the age of 18, becoming the first Russian woman to top the singles rankings, and last held the position for a fifth time for four weeks from 11 June 2012, to 8 July 201...
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Gambling400: 2002: nfc championship, edward jones dome, st. louis: st. louis rams beat philadelphia eagles, 29-24. 2007: australian open women's tennis: serena williams beats maria sharapova 6-1, 6-2; first time the tournament used hawk-eye system for official line-calls.
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Nombuleloxi: it’s giving serena williams and maria sharapova… serena was worlds better than maria but somehow they were considered rivals
Igamingplayer: on this day in sports history... january 27th, 2005 - serena williams fends off three match points to fell 17-year-old russian-born, florida-raised sensation maria sharapova 2-6, 7-5, 8-6 in the semifinals of the australian open at rod laver arena in melbourne.
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Modern Love Xxxii: Full Faith I Have
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Full faith I have she holds that rarest gift
To beauty, Common Sense. To see her lie
With her fair visage an inverted sky
Bloom-covered, while the underlids uplift,
Would almost wreck the faith; but when her mouth
(Can it kiss sweetly? sweetly!) would address
The inner me that thirsts for her no less,
And has so long been languishing in drouth,
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