As you’ve no doubt already gathered from my little sabbatical, I’m not especially fond of the tennis in July. In fact, I abhor it….especially when it’s on clay.
FACT: July is to the Tennis Calendar what “no-man’s land” is to the serve-volleyer – the type of place you exile a recently demoted German Masters event when you want to add insult to injury.
And you know what? I think the players agree with me. Well most of them.
Since Newport they seem to be doing anything and everything other than actually plying their trade (that would be tennis). Shaving their head, getting married, staging (slightly tasteless) mock-assassinations, dating (non-tennis) sports stars, amongst other middle-earthy type things.
Whatever works for you tennis. Get whatever’s plaguing you right outta your system, right outta yer hair. Just so long as you’re good to go for August.
I had hoped to ease myself back in. Only I don’t think that’s going to be possible with the Stanford draw being what it is:
1) Five of the eight seeded players are from my tennis pool.
2) Serena’s in the mix
3) Potential/actual matches: Kimiko/Domi R1, Sabine/Sam R2, Serena/Georges R2, Dani/Pova R2, POVA/SERENA R3,
The mind doth boggleth….not at all conducive to “easing in” of any sort.
Welcome back tennis.