Tag Archives: Djokovic

Spoken word

I got up at 3:30am to watch the men’s singles final at the Australian Open.

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Djokovic is playing; of course I did.

There’s a video that has been shown repeatedly throughout the tournament featuring a poem by a native Aussie and images of the continent.

It’s very high brow and thoughtful.

Wimbledon produces similar films which befit its formal air and traditions. But I would love it if the US Open would follow the same format but make them funny.

Same earnest delivery.  Same chamber music.  Heck, you could show the same type of beauty shots.

But have Tina Fey and Amy Poehler voice them and add their hilarious takes.

That would be poetry.

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All in the family

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.)

jack sockBut we did not expect to meet Jack Sock’s aunt and uncle on the train platform on our way back into the city!

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?