I just spent three days at the Billie Jean King Tennis Center, my 10th consecutive year among the sport’s best and brightest at the US Open.
Although I’m tired from the trip, I returned home with all my limbs intact.
Unfortunately, many of the top players in the men’s draw can’t say the same thing.
In all my years faithfully watching professional tennis, I have never seen so many walkovers and retirements. And the fact that they predominate in the men’s tour makes me question the best-of-five format.
The ladies play best-of-three in all tournaments, whereas the men play best-of-five in all majors and many masters classics. The sport continues to become more physically demanding, and over the course of the year, these long matches can really takes their toll.
I love watching tennis; I hate watching men in tears as they are forced to withdraw due to injury.
The USTA pays men and women equally as they should — why not require them to play the same amount of tennis?
Who knows…it might lengthen some tennis careers and will definitely make the current tournaments more competitive.
Just one fan’s point of view…
The storied ‘L’ train in Chicago sure has a lot of don’ts.
Don’t solicit. (Expected.)
Don’t eat. Surprising…but DC prohibits food on their subway, too. I know someone who got a ticket while visiting.
Don’t gamble. WHAT?? Now we have seriously crossed a line.
Gotta have my shell game.
I handed over the keys for my New York City apartment to my broker on Thursday and flew off to Chicago.
My new place won’t be ‘mine’ until Tuesday, so until then, business trips — and generous cousins in a nearby burb — are providing shelter.
I’m used to living out of a suitcase, so this vagabond period doesn’t really bother me. But it is somewhat disconcerting to not have keys to anything.
We spend so much time looking for our keys, carrying them, losing them, finding them…and now, I got nuthin.
My cousins, on the other hand….
They’re just showing off.
I began plotting my move to Manhattan at the tender age of eight at the dining room table in our tiny farm community in Kentucky.
It took me a few years, and I made some stops along the way, but I made it. And I’ve a spent the past decade here in the Big Apple.
Thank you, New York City, for being everything that little girl dreamed of and so much more.
Tomorrow I begin a new adventure in Chicago. I feel like a kid again, and just as excited!