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Fizzing balls, molasses grass, catgut gone synthetic. Yadda yadda yadda – American male tennis domination fading alongside boy bands. For a more thorough post mortem, see JA Allen’s expose. In truth, a decade spent in the rankings pits was probably foreseeable. Tennis has never lured the nation’s fastest, highest and strongest. It’s seldom ever tried. To pander would be...
Published: September 25, 2012
Fizzing balls, molasses grass, catgut gone synthetic. Yadda yadda yadda – American male tennis domination fading alongside boy bands. For a more thorough post mortem, see JA Allen’s expose. In truth, a decade spent in the rankings pits was probably foreseeable. Tennis has never lured the nation’s fastest, highest and strongest. It’s seldom ever tried. To pander would be...
Published: September 21, 2012
How do you transform a lovely woman into a leering gargoyle? Break her son’s serve in the fourth set of a Majors’ final. The mothers, camp followers, kin, coaches and lovers that populate the players’ boxes must live every point and foot fault like it’s their own, without the sanity of sweat. Players may froth and pout, but tennis etiquette demands their faction keep it...
Published: September 14, 2012
Some may disguise their grief behind Tebow bodypaint or pull low their cheeseheads to hide the tears. Others will forget their sorrow in that flask of zinfandel during the seventh inning stretch. Or finally get around to taking up hooliganism. For tennis fandom’s teeming masses yearning to eat brie, the close of the Majors is a melancholy Autumn rite. And for his long-suffering adherents,...