TAKE THE CROWN.
Okay, patriotic sports fans.
It’s time for you to hurl your alcohol-soaked national pride at one of my favorite sporting events — a sport that dare I say more people watch year-round (instead of once every four years):
I’m giving you an entire day to prepare. Gather your buddies. Pick your bar and drink of choice. Warm up your vocal chords for the vigorous screaming that will commence.
If you’ve never experienced golf on television before, I invite you to watch these world-class players representing their countries going head-to head.
You just might find yourself screaming, beer or not beer.
Another day in the bright sunshine at the Billie Jean King National Tennis Center has left me happy, hot and headed for the couch where I intend to be a slug all night.
This is a slug.
I spent nine hours today at the US Open tennis tournament — the hottest day this year in New York City.
Thank goodness I had a big hat.
During that time, I watched a lot of tennis, both singles and doubles, on all three major courts at the Billie Jean King Tennis Center.
My pick for the match of the day?
It was moved from Louis Armstrong because the Cilic / Simon match ran five sets. And as soon as word got out, people started streaming into the smaller court where every seat is a great seat.
Five guys had appointed themselves cheerleaders for the Bryan Brothers and periodically treated the crowd to custom cheers that always got a huge ovation. The challengers, Verdasco / Marrero, had their fans, too; I would just need a translator to tell you what they were saying.
The first set was classic Bryan Brothers, a quick 23-minute hold. But the momentum shifted in the second set, and Ver/Mar claimed it. The third was back and forth until the Bryan Brothers got the break.
I’m pretty sure our crowd could be heard throughout the Tennis Center.
Doubles deserves much more respect.
Play was suspended earlier today at the US Open due to heavy storms and lightning in the New York City area. It brought to mind the question:
Don’t tennis players know their outfits are going to get wet?
Not from rain. From sweat.
Today was the most humid day of the tournament by far, and the players — male and female alike — were drenched, their clothes reduced to near transparency. Which begs a second question:
Do they consider this possibility when they chose colors?
Maria Sharapova and Caroline Wozniacki, who played earlier this afternoon, wore light grey and tan respectively in their afternoon match. After just one or two games, I could have sketched an anatomically correct map of not only their undergarments, but also any birthmarks, moles or particularly large freckles.
What gives, ladies?
I should really pass the blame to the clothing manufacturers. It seems like this issue should be part of their quality assurance testing.
We can do better, people.
My friend Leah and I went to the US Open tennis tournament today hoping to see favorite players.
Me, Djokovic at the practice courts. Her, Verdasco in his early round match. We were both successful. (Leah even shook Verdasco’s hand.)
But we did.
They were chatting with friends and were curious about the matches that were still in progress. And since both of us were intent on our cellphones, they asked for an update.
We ended up talking until we arrived at Penn Station.
I think that counts as yet another sports celebrity encounter — don’t you?