Yesterday I braved the storms.
I made the trek to Flushing and the US Open.
The rain had stopped. The courts were dry. I bought my hot dog and my soda in its 2012 souvenir cup.
Joining the faithful in the cheap seats, I shared my towel to wipe off the raindrops and then settled down to enjoy almost an entire set of tennis between the retiring Andy Roddick and Juan Martin Del Potro.
And then it started to rain.
I waited a bit. Then the players left the court. So I did, too.
By the time I got to the train tracks just outside the Billie Jean King National Tennis Center, the night session had officially been canceled.
I’m still happy to have made the journey yesterday…but not today.
The forecast is CRAP.
NOTE — After an initial two-hour delay, play resumed at the US Open. Damn forecasters never get it right.
