The last few years I’ve watched more and more
tennis. I’ve mentioned this before, probably many times before. Anyway, much of
this rise in my attention to a sport I previously ignored is due to my wife,
Gillian. Tennis is her favorite sport to watch. We also play each other with
some frequency, although, because she’s four and a half months pregnant, we
haven’t played in some time. The reason I think both of us enjoy tennis so much
is that even though we each have particular players we pull for, the fluidity
of the sport demands and allows for supporting quality play more than a
particular player. In other words, you root for the long, creative point over
the short, decisive point. You root for order that frays into chaos and not
sudden trauma.
Showing posts with label Serena Williams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Serena Williams. Show all posts
On watching tennis, or beating against the boundary
In Andy Murray, In Australian Open, In Bryan Harvey, In Milos Raonic, In Novak Djokovic, In Serena Williams, In Stan Wawrinka, In Tad Friend, In Teach, In tennis, In The Classical, In The New YorkerFebruary 20, 2016
Screaming inside of myself: Championship weekend at Wimbledon
In Andy Murray, In Bryan Harvey, In Muguruza, In Novak Djokovic, In Roger Federer, In Serena Williams, In Teach, In tennis, In WimbledonJuly 11, 2015
Men’s Semifinals
(Friday): In a match that surpassed its aesthetic billing as the
Battle of the Beautiful Backhands and delivered arguably the tournament’s best
match, Richard Gasquet won a berth in the semi-finals at Wimbledon. However,
against Novak Djokovic, substance receded leaving only flash and Gasquet, as
always, was on the outside looking in, wondering what happened to the moment.
Ah, but at least he can relish his relationship with alliteration.
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