Radish avoiding the Wimbledons

sometimes Radish disappoints me as much as i disappoint him.
Wimbledon is one such occasion. 

the sound of his precious yellow balls being hit by grunting wo/men is almost as bad as fireworks...so he hides where he thinks they can't see him.  today he even tried to get into the printer tray.

as one of his principle carers, i wonder how to proceed.