the past = Venus Williams < Garbine Muguruza = the future
Normally, I hate any sort of time-shifted coverage of a sports event. ‘Watch it live, or don’t bother’ is how I usually approach things. And for the most part, that formulation still holds.
But I have to admit, Tennis Channel’s “Wimbledon Primetime” coverage of The Championships is a godsend for someone on the West Coast like me. (And one who happens to be a night-owl at that, so no real hope of getting up early for the live broadcast.)
Venus wins in the semi: if not in the moment, a little later is OK, too
Closed To The Open
Have you been watching the French Open?
Yes? Good for you. I applaud your constancy as a tennis fan. Because, frankly, between the NBA Finals, the Stanley Cup Final, and traveling across this land (Wyoming Wednesday, Iowa yesterday, Pittsburgh tonight), I haven’t seen one damn serve nor one damn rally of the thing.
Stan: a man, not The Man
Why have I made no effort to watch any of it? I blame Roger Federer. . Continue reading Closed To The Open
I’ve given it about a week, but I’m still having some trouble processing what I witnessed during the recently-concluded Australian Open.
This may be due to brain damage caused by repeated–indeed, relentless–exposure to that goddamned Visit Melbourne poem commercial.
Nevertheless, we must persevere on. What did we just witness? A revival by the sport’s great champions, one that portends more unforgettable matchups to come? Or a fluke occurrence that we’ll never see again, once the rest of the ranks reassert themselves?
Roger Federer wins the Australian Open: more interesting times to come?
My best guess: a little from column A, a little from column B. Continue reading Melbourne Musings