It seems television coverage of every Grand Slam tennis tournament includes about five commercials, run about a thousand times each. After watching untold hours of the Australian Open coverage, I could do without ever again watching men in meat ponchos trying to outrun hungry wolves while wearing Degree deodorant, and it bothers me that I find myself humming the Franklin Templeton Investments theme song. But I loved the Melbourne tourism ad. It showed people bundled up in a cold gray city, who look into a picture frame and see folks Down Under strolling on the beach and sipping cocktails in strapless dresses, while a woman softly sings "I wanna go, I wanna go where you go when you're gone." It reminded me of a comment Dubliner posted on here about the Australian Open a few years ago: "But perhaps what's most appealing to me is that I get a glimpse of sunshine and warm weather in the depths of winter here."