What would you do with Sharapova’s toilet seat? I’d add wheels, an engine, turn it into a remote control car and call it Racket-Ass.

What am I talking about?

People are deranged. That’s what I’m talking about.

It seems that there is a great demand for a toilet seat baptized by Sharapova’s ass. Luckily for all things decent in humanity, Singapore officials – where Maria “Growl” Sharapova will take her sex kitten tennis act for one day - have decided that auctioning off a hotel toilet seat from Sharapova’s bathroom is stretching the limits of healthy memorabilia.

People have no shame too.

 “Hey, honey, check what I got at an auction.”

“What is it?”

“It’s Sharapova’s toilet seat! Break out the Ka-Boom!”

I’ll let the reader imagine how the wife takes this.

All is not lost. If you’re among the people who were eyeing “the seat”, you will still get a chance to get your hands on bathrobes, slippers, towels and bed sheets (it is unclear if they are stained).

Hey, it’s no toilet seat but it’ll have to do.

Note: I know. This is all we've got on tennis today.