As of June 5th, the tennis season is through Roland Garros.
Wimbledon will start before the end of the month. In between those two swells in the Grand Slam ocean, Andy Murray made history by winning the Queens tournament for a fifth time. He is the only player to do so, having laid waste to Milos Raonic in the tournament's championship match. This summer has also seen Murray reunite with his former coach, Ivan Lendl, in order to start winning Grand
Slams again, which is the sort of history that tends to matter most in the tennis world. Of course, this accomplishment would also entail solving the Novak
Djokovic conundrum.
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The end of history, or Andy Murray's attempted rivalry with Novak Djokovic
In Andy Murray, In Bryan Harvey, In Carthage, In French Open, In Novak Djokovic, In Queens Tournament, In Rome, In Teach, In tennis, In WimbledonJune 21, 2016
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
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.
Kyrgios in his youth
In Australia, In Bryan Harvey, In Davis Cup, In Lleyton Hewitt, In Nick Kyrgios, In Teach, In tennis, In The Classical, In US OpenOctober 2, 2015
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Earlier this week, with the help of Mike Pielluci,
an article I wrote on Nick Kyrgios appeared at The Classical. His summer malaise was the subject, mostly, but at
the heart of my interest in the supposed future of Australian tennis was the
question of youthfulness set adrift. After all, if summer is a young season,
the conflicts that wrestle within its rugged months are caught between serious
play and an active form of resting. I watch Kyrgios and he is either stretched
taut on a rack or cocooned in the fetal position. And, in turn, I can never
decide whether to root for or against him. Mostly, though, I watch him rushing
and shuffling as if to do nothing and I think how the athletic body and the
young mind are bound together in a counterproductive push and pull. If I had
known then, what I know now.
Interview with Joe Samuel Starnes @TheClassical
In Bryan Harvey, In Joe Samuel Starnes, In LCB Interview, In Red Dirt, In Teach, In tennis, In The ClassicalJuly 16, 2015
After reading Joe Samuel Starnes' novel, Red Dirt (2015), I interviewed him about the book and the sport of tennis. Most of this interview can be read at The Classical, but a couple answers that did not make the final cut have been included below:
Bryan Harvey:
What I found most striking about Jaxie Skinner (the protagonist in Red Dirt) is how he exists between two
worlds. He really does come across as a subversive boundary crosser, which
seems apt considering the tennis athlete’s relationship with line judges. The
tennis elite see Jaxie as somewhat of a redneck, but the rural population of
Georgia does not necessarily claim him as their own. Moreover, even his
romantic interests are forbidden to him: he sleeps with the quintessential high
school jock’s girlfriend, stows away in a Russian star’s hotel room, and steals
time with a cop’s wife. Did you intend Jaxie as a thief or trickster in the
crafting of the novel? Or is his life on the edge an element of Southern noir
and the private detective novel?
Joe Samuel Starnes: I think all exceptional tennis players have at
least a little bit of a thief or trickster in their character—every point you
win is one you’ve stolen from your opponent. It’s an intensely individual game,
and all players are loners when out on the court—how many other sports are
there where a competitor is forbidden from talking with a coach or advisor
during play? It’s isolating. And although it has a reputation as being elitist,
pro tennis has seen great success by outsiders—the Williams sisters, who rose
up from the rough public courts of Compton, California, are a prime example.
And yes, everything I write has some element of the
“rough South” or “grit lit”—as some southern fiction has been called—inspired
as I have been by my literary lodestars: Flannery O’Connor, Larry Brown, Harry
Crews, Barry Hannah, and William Faulkner.
BH:
Aside from being a tennis novel, Jaxie’s story also speaks to the Southern
parable of the family farm’s decline and the abandonment of the Southern
economy to and by the textile industry? One of my favorite sequences in the
novel is Jaxie banging a tennis ball against the ruins of this hard economic
history.
JSS: Until I was fifteen, my family lived out in the
country, six miles from Cedartown, Georgia, and about a mile from the nearest
house. When my dad drove me to elementary school in the seventies, every day we
passed a small family farm where the farmer waved at us without fail. That farm
is now long gone and its fields are the site of a subdivision with newly built homes.
The Goodyear Mill where my grandfather worked the second shift for thirty-five
years closed down in the eighties, and later the vacant building burned in a
spectacular fire. So yes, even though I’ve lived in or near big cities for past
two decades, including the past fifteen near New York or Philadelphia, rural
southern landscapes and economies are part of me and have been the primary
settings for my fiction.
Bryan Harvey can be followed @LawnChairBoys. The above photograph on lease from The New York Times.
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.
Numbers of the Day: Stanislas Wawrinka Defies the Power of 17
In Australian Open, In Bryan Harvey, In Grand Slam tennis, In number of the day, In Raphael Nadal, In Roger Federer, In Teach, In tennis, In WawrinkaJanuary 26, 2014
A lot has been made of Wawrinka's victory over Raphael Nadal in that it was a total shock to anyone who is aware that tennis is a sport, and what focus hasn't centered on the sheer shock of his victory has orbited around the concept of nationalism and how Wawrinka became only the second player of Swiss nationality (joining Federer) to win a Grand Slam title. But these stories--the underdog's triumph and the saluting of flags--do not tell us everything about what Wawrinka just did and what it might mean for the sport moving forward.
Aside from a Wawrinka number one or a Swiss number two, another number that quickly comes to mind from Wawrinka's victory over Nadal is three, as in it looked like Wawrinka might win in three straight sets over the world's number one ranked player. However, the number that really blows my mind is how if Nadal had won, this year's Australian Open would have marked the seventeenth straight Grand Slam in which the winner's name was Roger Federer, Raphael Nadal, Novak Djokovic, or Andy Murray. Instead that number rests in peace at sixteen, and while the "Big Four" may put together a new streak, there is no way any new streak would span four years of dominance. Also, any new streak might not include Federer, who last won a Grand Slam in 2012 (I know, not that long ago, but still the epoch, with him at the helm, is surely well into its coda).
In the Year of the Djokovic
In Andy Roddick, In Bryan Harvey, In Novak Djokovic, In Raphael Nadal, In Teach, In tennis, In US OpenSeptember 12, 2011
Tennis is such a weird sport, not because of what takes place during a match, but because of what takes place at center court after the match. No other sport makes the loser share the stage with the new champion. I mean, there's golf, but in golf, your opponent is as much the course as it is the other players, and it's not like the Olympics where everyone stands on pedestals and can hide, inactively, behind the notes of a national anthem. No, in tennis, not only do you stand close enough to hear your oppressor kissing the metal trophy that you wish you'd won, but you have to give a speech, like some sort of puppet President explaining to the local populace that the foreign tanks in their front yards are nothing to fear, that absolutely nothing about the new regime is any different than the old regime. It's awkward. It's strange. And, perhaps, it's why tennis players are some of the most fascinating athletes in sports--they have to actually accept defeat, to an extent, or risk alienating millions.
Storm Fronts Hatching at Wimbledon: Djokovic Defeats Nadal
In Bryan Harvey, In Novak Djokovic, In Rafael Nadal, In Teach, In tennis, In WimbledonJuly 3, 2011
So much of who a tennis player is can be observed in how they wait. As an audience we tend to focus on the power of the forehand, the grace of the volleys, and the dizziness of back and forth flight--you know, the whirlwind of the moment--that periods of incubation between each serve slip from our memories, like a yolky membrane running through our fingertips. But, it is in these moments that a player's identity is hatched and nurtured, that their personality grows warm enough to survive and endure.
Link Scrap
In kicks, In Langston, In link scrap, In MLB, In NBA, In tennis, In timewastersJuly 8, 2008

Me and the LCG decided to stay in the OBX for an extra day, so I figured I would catch everyone up on everything I had to catch up on with some links to sites that have everything we missed.
Ever wanted the shoes from Back to the Future part 2 with the power laces? well now you can minus the power laces.
Bill Plaschke of the LA times and Around the Horn really wants Elton Brand to stay in LA, so much that he made a creepy youtube video to berate Elton into staying.
Hiroki Kuroda returns from the DL to throw a one hitter for the surging Dodgers.
Raphael Nadal fresh off his Wimbledon epic, decides to vacay with a super hot girlfriend.
One of the only bright spots for the Nationals this season goes down with an injury.
Thank you Gilbert for staying in DC
Ever wanted the shoes from Back to the Future part 2 with the power laces? well now you can minus the power laces.
Bill Plaschke of the LA times and Around the Horn really wants Elton Brand to stay in LA, so much that he made a creepy youtube video to berate Elton into staying.
Hiroki Kuroda returns from the DL to throw a one hitter for the surging Dodgers.
Raphael Nadal fresh off his Wimbledon epic, decides to vacay with a super hot girlfriend.
One of the only bright spots for the Nationals this season goes down with an injury.
Thank you Gilbert for staying in DC
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