Thursday, January 25, 2007

Tennis See


My obsession with tennis began at the 1977 U.S. Open at Forest Hills. Looking back it seems fitting that the circuslike event dominated by coverage of an ice maiden, a teenybopper, and a tranny would seal the deal. That was nearly 30 years ago, and I have to say that since Steffi Graf's retirement in 1999, my interest in the game has waned considerably.

Cut to this year's Australian Open. Suddenly I find myself really into it again. It doesn't hurt that I really love all four of the men's semifinalists (and that they're all pretty easy on the eyes), but the women -- who had once been my bread and butter -- have managed to get me into it again too. Serena Williams is blowing my mind this time around; watching Vera Zvonareva cry because she's winning against "the pretty one"(!) is priceless; having Martina Hingis back just feels right; and as much as I know I shouldn't, I kinda like that pretty one, Maria Sharapova.

So as we reach the end of this year's first Grand Slam event, I'm suddenly feeling my obsession kicking back into gear. I'm already looking forward to Paris in the spring ...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Only sorry that the amazing Rafael Nadal has been eliminated. Top Totty

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