Tuesday, March 29, 2011

VIEW FROM THE TOP


Any true tennis fan will choose to sit as close to the action as possible, if given the opportunity.  However, without a press pass or a ton of disposable income, those opportunities are rare.  I'm refering primarily to tennis on stadium or center courts.  The adventurous fan can almost always find a bleacher seat on an outer court, especially early on in a tournament.  But if you want to see the best of the best, they play their matches on the big courts.  And prime seats for those events cost a pretty penny.  Over the years, my family has come to enjoy the top row of the stadium court at Key Biscayne.  The view of the court is very good, and the views of the ocean and Miami skyline are even better.  You can stand up and watch without blocking anybody's view.  You can turn around and check out the goings on around the grounds or even peek in on the action on some outer courts.


Yesterday, we were perfectly content to stay in our top row seats and take in the day session matches.  First, we saw Andrea Petkovic take out the number one seed, Caroline Wozniacki.  To celebrate, she did a little dance on the court after the match, as she did when we saw her win a doubles match with Ana Ivanovic on Thursday.  Petkovic, with her powerful play and perky personality, is quickly becoming one of our favorites on the women's side.  She took it to Woz yesterday and pulled off a well-earned upset.

Shortly after the women retreated to the locker room, Juan Monaco and Roger Federer followed on court.  Monaco is an Argentine ranked 35 on the world.  Of course, Federer is arguably the greatest tennis player of all time.  Juan wanted this match badly and played very well.  Roger seemed to be going through the motions and sprayed the ball quite a bit.  Yet, Federer had just enough to win the big points and take the match, 7-6, 6-4.  You had to feel a little for Monaco who gave it his all and still came up short against a less than stellar Federer.  The uninspired effort from Fed was disappointing, as the energy in the stadium was as flat as could be.  But he's still alive in this tournament, and there are certainly bigger fish to fry.

One of those fish is Rafael Nadal.  After Roger, Rafa took the court against his fellow countryman, Feliciano Lopez.  Lopez is currently ranked 41 in the world.  He was no match for Nadal.  Rafa had the backing of the crowd, and in typical fashion, he played every point like it was his last.  In form, he pounded Lopez into submission, 6-3-, 6-3.  The drastic difference in energy levels between Nadal and Federer leaves no doubt who the younger, hungrier, and better player is these days.  Perhaps we'll see them butt heads on the court once again in the semifinals...

Bud and Babs
Last Thursday, I had the honor of meeting the legendary Bud Collins.  I shook the man's hand and asked him to pose for a picture with my mother.  Ornately dressed, as always, Bud was all smiles and readily willling to oblige.

Friday, March 25, 2011

TENNIS, MY LOVE


You've been playing hard to get, haven't you, tennis?  I know you've been avoiding me.  First, you invited so many people over to your place in Palm Springs a few Saturdays ago that there was no room left for me.  I tried not to take it personally, but you knew it was the only day I could come over.  I jealously watched you on TV, hosting tens of thousands of people at your gorgeous Tennis Garden at Indian Wells.  It seemed like you were having a wonderful time without me.  Don't get me wrong, I was never under any misconception that this relationship was exclusive.  Still, I hoped you held a special place in your heart for me, as I do for you.  But I got your message.  You froze me out.  You knew I was heading down to Florida to visit my family.  You deliberately hurt me by not showing yourself on the cable system at my mother's house.  I was forced to record your Final events in California on my grandmother's DVR, then watch them days later.  That was very coy of you.  Then I have to watch as you flirt and canoodle with the top men in the game -- Nadal, Djokovic, Federer, and Del Potro.  Tennis, you are indeed a fickle mistress.  But I caught up with you yesterday, didn't I?


It's been quite a while since I got the distinct pleasure of seeing my favorite female player in person. Yesterday on Court 3 at the Crandon Park Tennis Center on Key Biscayne, Ana Ivanovic (Serbian Sensation) played doubles with Andrea Petkovic (Serbian-born German).  Ivanovic and Petkovic lost the first set, then went up 5-1 in the second.  The crowd (and me) began gravitating to Court 3.  As I waited in a long line to get into the stands, Ana and Andrea completely blew their lead.  After a man nearly fell on me trying to get a glimpse of the action on the steps leading to the court, I finally grabbed a seat as the duo with the Serbian connection won the last two games to take the set 7-5 and send the match into a super-tiebreaker.  (For those who may not know, both the ATP and WTA use super-tiebreakers to decide doubles matches.  Instead of playing a third set, they play an extended tiebreaker.  The first team to reach ten points with a two-point lead wins.)  The super-tiebreaker in this particular match got testy.  Anastasia Rodionova (Russian-born Australian) slammed a volley directly at Petkovic, who was pretty close to the net at the time.  Andrea went down, shaken but uninjured.  Ana compassionately checked on her playing partner.  A few points later, Petkovic sort of returned the favor by smashing a volley near Rodionova but not at her.  Rodionova shot a look back at Petkovic.  Several points after that, Rodionova got another opportunity to peg Petkovic, but slammed the ball in her general direction instead.  The exchange seemed to ignite Ivanovic and Petkovic, who had never won a doubles match together.  They dominated the rest of the super-tiebreaker, winning it 10-5 and taking the match.  To celebrate, the two cuties hi-fived, hugged, and danced a little jig in front of their bench.  Unfortunately, as of press time, photos were unavailable due to a lost cord connecting the camera to the computer.  Luckily, I took plenty of mental snapshots of the stunning Serb.  Maria Sharapova may be the media darling of women's tennis, but to this reporter, Ana Ivanovic is the prettiest player with the most specatucular smile.  I hope she regains the form that took her to the top of the game, and we see her flash those pearly whites many more times while hoisting championship trophies in the air.


Jack Sock is going to be an outstanding professional tennis player.  At the moment, he's an 18-year-old high school player who has led his team to a state championship in Kansas and won the U.S. Open junior championship.  He is from Lincoln, Nebraska, resides and trains in Kansas City, and sometimes practices at the USTA National Training Center in Boca Raton.  Because many tennis insiders believe he has a very bright future, he received a wild card entry into this year's main event at the Sony Ericsson Open.  I watched his match on the Grandstand Court yesterday against a 28-year-old Argentine and tour veteran, Carlos Berlocq.  With Berlocq leading 5-2 in the first set, I planted myself in the second row, directly in the sweltering midday sun.  Immediately, I got a sense of the match as Sock served to stay in the set.  Berlocq was playing clay court tennis on a hard court, offering lots of spin and no pace on his high-percentage deliveries, and Sock was getting frustrated.  After an agonizing point that ended in a unforced error from the American teenager, I saw Sock mouth "Hit the fucking ball" to Berlocq.  Sock held for 3-5, then raced to a Love-40 lead as Berlocq tried to serve out the set.  A forehand error followed by a backhand error, then a rare ace from Berlocq, and the game was at Deuce.  Surprisingly, Berlocq wilted, handing Sock the break with a forehand error and a double fault.  I wish I could say this got the crowd into the match, but that was not the case.  The heat seemed to numb the sun-baked spectators.  I found myself cheering on young Jack Sock with one other man (who I would later find out was a family friend of the Socks) and a few scattered voices.  With Sock serving at 4-5, Berlocq continued to frustrate him with high-arcing spins.  As teenagers are prone to do, Sock got impatient and dumped a couple of forehands into the net.  But he hung tough, constructed a few nice points, and held for 5-5.  From my vantage point, the Argentine appeared to be breathing heavy at this point.  However, the American didn't seem to notice.  Instead of working Berlocq around the court, Sock put together a string of overanxious errors to hand Berlocq an easy hold.  Serving at 5-6, Sock again failed to move Berlocq around and got broken at Love.  At 5-5, the set was there for the taking, but the inexperience of the 18-year-old cost him the opportunity to wear out his opponent 10 years his senior.  Momentarily losing his temper, Sock smacked his racket into the chair before sitting down for the changeover.

As the second set got underway, Berlocq got his energy back and resumed his clay court tactics of keeping the ball in play with long looping strokes with heavy topspin.  Now it was Sock who seemed to be panting a bit and feeling the Miami heat.  Berlocq held for a 1-0 lead.  Sock double faults twice in his service game and gets broken to go down 0-2.  He hits a ball out of the park in utter frustration.  However, young Jack Sock regained his composure, constructed several good points, and fired a backhand winner to break back.  Not only did that game get him back in the match, it offered a glimpse into the bounce-back potential of this future star.  The two players traded service holds until Sock again broke the South American for a 4-3 lead.  Sock consolidated the break with another hold for 5-3.  Feeling confident, Sock puts more pressure on Berlocq's serve and takes him to 15-40 -- two set points.  But Sock nets a forehand, then hits a backhand wide, nets another forehand, and Berlocq wins the next point for the hold.  Now serving for the second set, Sock hits a forehand winner and follows it with a backhand winner.  On the next point, the players exchange drop shots, and Sock's hustle wins it.  40-0.  Three more set points.  Here, Sock's forehand breaks down yet again.  He buries an overanxious forehand in the middle of the net.  He hits a forehand way long.  40-30.  Sock appears to finally have the set won, but the crafty Berlocq scraps to stay in the point until Sock hits wide for Deuce.  Two more forehands into the net later and Sock finds the set leveled at 5.  Ironically, 5 is also the number of set points lost for Jack Sock.  

At 30-all in Berlocq's service game, Sock changes tactics and plays it safe.  He spins the ball into play, turning the tables on Berlocq and forcing the error.  Sock plays a well-disguised drop shot on break point and it's called in.  Sock pumps his fist.  Berlocq challenges.  Just out.  Deuce.  Sock jumps on a second serve and sets up an easy overhead smash.  Another break point.  Out of character, Berlocq comes to the net and puts away a volley to get back to Deuce.  Sock hits two good forehand then one bad one into the net.  Ad-In.  Sock rips another forehand, which hits the net, pops up, and lands on his side.  6-5, Berlocq.  Busting out his best serves, Jack aces Charley (Berlocq's nickname) twice and holds to force a second set tiebreaker.  Another forehand error gives Berlocq the first point.  The second point is a scrambling, wild, all-court point that goes to Berlocq for the mini-break.  Young Sock hits his racket into the side partition, but not too hard, then rallies back with an ace on the next point.  Sock's forehand comes through and the winner gives him the mini-break back at 2-2.  But the Sock forehand breaks down and finds the net on consecutive points.  2-4, Berlocq.  A big second serve earns Sock the next point.  At 4-3, Berlocq flattens out his forehand and forces Sock to pop it up.  The ball lands wide.  With a chance to get to Match Point, Berlocq uncharacteristically sails a forehand long.  Sock serves at 4-5.  A huge first serve from Sock leads to an overhead smash, and it's all even at again at... you guessed it, 5.  Sock plays a great point and smashes another overhead into the open court for a 6-5 lead.  This time, Berlocq throws his racket to the ground.  It feels like Sock's set now.  Berlocq digs deep for another big serve.  6-all in the tiebreaker.  Berlocq spins a backhand, Sock nets it.  6-7.  Match Point for Berlocq.  In keeping with the theme, Sock hits another forehand long.  Just like that, it's over.  7-5, 7-6 for Berlocq.  After shaking hands at the net, the American teenager slams his racket into his bag and takes a seat.  He was the more talented player on the court.  But the guile and match experience of Berlocq won out.  Lesson learned for the Lincoln native, who will now return to Kansas City to try to lead his high school tennis team to another state championship.  Best of luck to you, Young Jack Sock.  We'll be seeing much more of you in the near future.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

POST-PARTEM


It has taken me over a week to sufficiently recover from Rafa's shocking loss in the Australian Open in order to write about it.  (Truthfully, I got over it a few days ago but have been a bit busy.)  The quest for four consecutive major titles -- The Rafa Slam -- came to a jarring halt against fellow countryman, David Ferrer, in the quarterfinals.  Nadal suffered a hamstring tear in the first game of the match and was unable to match the movement of the relentless Ferrer.  It was a shame, really.  With Ferrer firing on all cylinders, a healthy Nadal would have needed a superior effort to get past him.  It could have been a classic.  Instead, it was twisted tennis theater.  Out of respect for Ferrer and for the game itself, Nadal refused to retire from the match.  Clearly less than his best, the world number one battled the best he could.  He took an extended injury time out in the first set, coming out of the locker room with his hamstring taped up.  Then, in the second set, when it seemed Nadal was moving okay, there was a ten-minute break while fireworks filled the sky in honor of Australia Day.  The break couldn't have helped the hamstring.  Adrenaline was lost, as was any hope of a miraculous comeback.  Ferrer refused to take pity on his wounded Davis Cup compatriot.  He made the match physical.  Nadal bravely fought on, but Ferrer mercifully finished him off in straight sets.  In the press conference following the match, Nadal admitted to being injured very early on in the match but did not use that injury as an excuse.  Nadal wore his disappointment on his sleeve, yet gave full credit to David Ferrer.  In the moment, Rafa earned both sympathy and admiration, a true champion in victory and in defeat.

The rest of the tournament was somewhat anti-climactic.  In the semis, Andy Murray lost the first set to Ferrer but rallied to take the next three and move on to the final.  With Nadal going down, Novak Djokovic became the favorite.  The Serb soundly defeated Roger Federer in the other semifinal, also in straight sets.  In the final, nerves got the best of Andy Murray.  Djokovic pounced on the emotionally-brittle Brit and took the title in three fairly easy sets.  It was Nole's tourney.  His game and maturity peaked during the fortnight.  He was a worthy champion.  It was his second Aussie Open trophy and second Grand Slam title overall.  With consecutive victories over Roger Federer in the semis of the U.S. Open and Australian Open, Novak Djokovic is now the second best player in the world.  He will most definitely be a force to be reckoned with the rest of the season.  But it would be foolish to count out either Rafael Nadal or Roger Federer, two of tennis' all time champions.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

BUSTED BRACKET



Much like Agnieszka Radwanka's racket, my Australian Open bracket has exploded.  Granted, filling out a bracket for me is pure entertainment, since I place no actual wagers on the event.  It is merely an exercise to test my powers of prediction, and to some extent my knowledge of the long roster of players in the game.  In tennis bracketology, the Australian Open poses the greatest challenge of the major events.  Following the tennis off-season (roughly a month), a handful of warmup tournements give us our only concrete handicapping information.  Which players trained hard?  Which vacationed hard?  Coaching change?  Weight gain?  Returning from injury?  Whatever the case may be, the questions you ask before filling out a bracket get answered on the court.  Tennis is truth.

In the first round of the men's bracket, I was 23-9 in both halves of the draw for a total of 46-18.  An average percentage.  My only big loss was Florian Mayer beating Nikolay Davydenko, who I foresaw in in the quarterfinals.  Ernests Gulbis of Latvia continued to disappoint me with yet another first round loss in a Slam.  It was also sad to see early exits for Americans, Ryan Harrison and Sam Querrey.

In the second round, I was 11-5 in both halves of the draw for a 22-10 record.  Pretty good.  Mardy Fish going down stung a bit.  Nalbandian submitting against Richard Berankis of Lithuania was a punch in the gut.  But Davydenko remained the only knockout through two rounds.

I got roughed up in the third round by a couple of young punks.  22-year-old Alexandr Dolgopolov of the Ukraine took out Jo-Willy Tsonga, grinding him down to grab the fourth and fifth sets with relative ease.  I had Tsonga winning this match and the next one over Soderling to reach the quarters.  20-year-old Milos Roanic of Canada impressively dismissed Russian tough guy Mikhail Youzhny.  I had Youzhny in the quarters.  Stanislas Wawrinka of Switzerland may have been the lower-seeded player in his matchup with Gael Monfils, but he was clearly the better player, ousting the Frenchman.  I had Monfils winning that match and the next.  The match between Marin Cilic and John Isner was fantastic entertainment, and felt for a few moments like a mini version of Isner-Mahut.  Watching him go down hurt both the bracket and the heart.  All in all for the third round, I was 4-4 in the top half of the draw, 5-3 in the bottom half, 9-7 total.

In the first round of the women's bracket, I was 25-7 in the top half and a woeful 20-12 on the bottom for a total of 45-19.  Ana Ivanovic was my only loss of consequence, as I had her advancing all the way to the round of 16.  Her fall from tennis grace frustrates and saddens me.  I truly hope she finds a way to recapture the same game and mojo that took her all the way to number one.  I also hated to see Melanie Oudin sent packing so quickly.

In the second round, I was 9-7 on top, 10-6 on bottom, for a weak 19-13 mark.  Jelena Jankovic's prolonged slump continued, as she was beaten by Shuai Peng of China.  JJ and Yanina Wickmayer were the only two picks I lost in the round who I had making it to the round of 16.

As it did on the men's side, the third round kicked my bracket's butt on the women's side.  Though I went 8-8 for the round (5-3 on top, 3-5 on the bottom), the numbers don't tell the full story.  Svetlana Kuznetsova won a war over Justin Henin.  I had Henin winning that one and beating Schivone in the following round to reach the quarters.  I picked Shahar Peer, the Israeli, to beat Flavia Pennetta, the Italian, but Pennetta took that battle.  Venus Williams gamely tried to go against young German, Andrea Petkovic, but her groin injury was too severe, forcing her to retire from the match after a single game.  I had Venus winning this round and beating Sharapova in the next one to get to the quarterfinals.  But the match that singlehandely busted up my bracket was 20-year-old Petra Kvitova of the Czech Republic and Samantha Stosur of Australia.  In my estimation, Stosur was one of the favorites to win the tournament.  She has steadily improved her singles game to reach number 6 in the world.  With Serena out, Stosur was seeded fifth in the tournament and possessed perhaps the biggest serve in the game.  And Stosur would be riding the wave of the home crowd all the way to the finals, where in my bracket she would face off against the number one seed, Caroline Wozniacki.  But by taking out Sam Stosur in straight sets in a night match in Rod Laver Arena, Petra Kvitova broke the hearts of the Aussies and broke my bracket.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

DAY 3 DRAMA


Janko Tipsarevic quit.  He had Fernando Verdasco on the ropes, up 2 sets to 1.  Verdasco's body language indicated he didn't believe he could win.  He landed awkwardly on his ankle and appeared to be in a lot of pain... 


The ninth-seeded Spaniard was on his way out. In his career, Tipsarevic has several victories over top ten players, and showed no signs of cracking in this one. He served for the match. Verdasco found a way to break.  Tipsarevic broke back and served for the match once again. Verdasco broke him one more time.  But this time, he broke his spirit.  They went to a fourth set tiebreaker, but Janko Tipsarevic punished himself for not closing out the set by giving the set away. Verdasco blanked him in the tiebreaker then bageled Tipsarevic in the fifth. With Fernando serving for the match, Janko didn't even make an attempt to return the last few serves, which all went for aces, until finally ending the journeyman Serb's waking nightmare. It was very difficult, not to mention disappointing, to watch a player defined by an underdog's fighting spirit completely wilt and surrender. Kudos to Fernando Verdasco for not giving in or giving up when everything was going against him and battling until the last point.


Venus Williams slugged it out with her pesky opponent, Sandra Zahlavova, of the Czech Republic.  Zahlavova could rival Sharapova for sheer grunting power and volume. Venus seemed to be matching her scream for scream.  But then Venus hit a ball and let out a shriek of another kind... pain. Venus seemed to pull her groin or injure her hip. Zahlavova took the first-set tiebreak in dramatic fashion. Venus went to the locker room for treatment in between sets. The commentators and crowd wondered for a moment if Venus would do something she's never done before in a Grand Slam... retire from the match. Venus walked to her bench and ended the suspense by unwrapping a brand new racket. The first game of the second set was full of tension. Would Venus be too injured to continue? The answer was no. Venus gutted out the game and swept the set, 6-0.  The third set much tighter, but Venus somehow found a way to get the break and close out Zahlavova, 6-4.  Pure guts.


As if the daytime drama wasn't enough, primetime served up some of its own surprising thrills. Roger Federer looked to be on cruise control against the French former top-tenner, Gilles Simon. In their two previous head-to-head meetings, Simon beat Fed both times. Simon began to assert himself in the third set as Roger's game hit a rough patch. And to Simon's credit, he rode the momentum to win the third set 6-4, then duplicate the score in the fourth. In a tense fifth set the outcome really was in doubt for a spell. In the sixth game, Federer finally secured the break of serve and screamed out into the night. The pressure had clearly built up in the Mighty Fed and the release was relatively huge for the normally stoic Swiss maestro. Simon fought off a couple of match points in the next game to hold serve, but could not stop Roger from serving out the match. Tremendous win for Federer.  Unbelievably dramatic day at the Australian Open. One can only hope every day of the tournament will be like this one.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

FIRED UP DOWN UNDER



With the 2011 Australian Open underway, I must acknowledge how much richer my life is when tennis is in the spotlight.  A mere two weeks into the new year, Grand Slam tennis is in full swing.  And it only took two days for me to fall in love with the game all over again.

I've never attended the Aussie Open in person, and each year when the tournament begins, I'm forced to deal with the disappointment that I've missed it again.  Solace comes in the form of ESPN2 (with a little help from ESPN3 and the Tennis Channel).  Twelve hours of coverage a day makes it easy to feel absorbed in the tournament, even if I'm not physically there to soak it in.  I thoroughly enjoy the ESPN team commentating on the men's game -- Chris Fowler, Patrick McEnroe, Darren Cahill, and Brad Gilbert.  Of course, I wish Patrick's big brother John joined the gang on a daily basis, but you can't have everything.  Above and beyond the statistics and the breakdowns, it's their contagious love and appreciation of the sport that enhances my enjoyment of the television coverage.  Dick Enberg brings his elder statesman enthusiasm to the proceedings, Cliff Drysdale classes up the joint, and Tom Rinaldi digs up some great information around the grounds.  All in all, it's the next best thing to being there.

For the second year in a row, I filled out a bracket before the tournament started.  As much as I wanted to go out on a limb and pick an underdog, I got to the end of my prognostications and realized I had picked the number one seed on each side to win.  Rafael Nadal has won the last three majors in a row, and no one would be shocked to see him take his fourth consecutive Slam.  However, Caroline Wozniacki is a little less obvious choice.

Though Woz is seeded first, she has yet to win a Grand Slam title.  With Serena still recovering from injury and physically unable to defend her title, the women's draw seems to be wide open.  Vera Zvonareva is the number two seed and has been knocking on the door of the last few majors.  She could win it.  But she may have to get by Australia's own Samantha Stosur in the quarters to even have a shot.  Stosur reached the finals of the French Open last year and keeps getting better and better.  She could also win it.  Most of the commentators on ESPN, if not all, picked Kim Clijsters to win.  Justin Henin is in the mix.  Sharapova is lurking in the draw.  And, of course, Venus Williams will be a factor.  With so many players holding a realistic chance to take the title, and no Serena, it's difficult to predict a winner.  My gut tells me to go with the pretty blonde Dane, Caroline Wozniacki, and lest I suffer the consequences, I listen very carefully to what my gut is saying.

The men's side is much more straight forward.  The top five is on a separate plane from the rest of the field.  One of those men will win the tournament.  Nadal is the clear number one right now, but Roger Federer is still playing fantastic tennis and is a serious threat to win his fifth Australian Open trophy to go with his six Wimbledons, five U.S. Opens, and a French.  Novak Djokovic is a very hot player right now, coming off a U.S. Open final and dramatic Davis Cup victory, a first for Serbia.  He's won this tourney once before for his one and only major.  He could do it again.  Big-swinging Swede Robin Soderling is now the number four player in the world and is definitely a threat, but he'll most likely have to get through Jo-Willy Tsonga and Andy Murray just to get a shot at Nadal in the semis.  The five seed, Andy Murray, probably has a better shot to win his first Slam.  He took out Nadal in Melbourne last year, though Nadal wasn't all the way back from injury yet.  Murray has much less pressure on him in Australia than he does at Wimbledon, which could allow him to fly under the radar until the quarters.  He's got the game to do it, but can he keep his wits about him for seven rounds?  There are some other players out there who could also make some noise -- Tsonga, Fernando Verdasco, Tomas Berdych, Andy Roddick, Gael Monfils -- but I don't think the guys on that tier can put together enough upsets to go all the way.  The gauntlet formed by that top five is just too damn tough to get through.  I'm picking Rafa to complete what Patrick McEnroe is calling the Straight Slam, meaning all four majors in a row regardless of the calendar year.

Vamos, Rafa!