Maria: The Unforgiven


Oh the horror, the horror! For Maria, the recurring nightmare has yet to end. Problem is, it’s real. It’s not a dream. It’s a wakened-state nightmare.

The horror of it all! And yet, yet she returns for more. I swear, at times it almost seems  masochistic.

For the umpteenth time, (12 in a row to be precise), Serena Williams befuddled, battered, bludgeoned, bested, belittled, bombed…tricked, trounced, trumped, trampled…stupefied, stomped and subjugated Maria Sharapova again in the finals of a tournament of significance, Madrid.2012 Ser Wimb

How is that possible? Sharapova beats everybody else. Why can’t she beat Serena? After all, it’s been nine long years since her win over Serena in the 2004 Wimbledon final.

Well, you see, that’s the problem. She shouldn’t have done it. She messed up big time by upstaging “The Queen” for her first grand slam win and winning the hearts of commentators (one in particular who shall remain nameless), pundits and Americans…

yeah, Americans!

Maria Sharapova, a 17 year-old Russian, became the tall, blond, blue-eyed darling of Serena’s own countrymen despite the fact that Serena was bringing slams and glory to those same Americans who suddenly so avidly embraced the Russian girl.

“Behold, A Female Savior Has Arrived!”

That might as well have been a headline considering the media frenzy following that 2004 Wimbledon. Sharapova was placed on a porcelain pedestal. She was projected to be the next greatest player of all time. She garnered instant commercial success and a cult following.

Teenaged boys swooned over her…uh huh…swooned. Ball boys at her matches were equipped with drool cups attached under their chins.

Okay, that’s maybe a bit exaggerated, but for sure, they became somewhat inept at their ball gathering duties. The poor lads were reduced to raging-hormone enraptured oafs. The doe-eyed bumblers were tripping over their own feet, tossing balls in the wrong direction with impaired aim, all kinds of dumb stuff that smitten teenaged boys do when in the presence of their idea of a goddess.

And toweling off? Don’t even mention it. There wasn’t a ball boy alive at a Sharapova match who didn’t want to get his paws on Maria’s towel after she’d toweled off.

Every company imaginable sought Sharapova’s endorsement services. She could literally pick and choose while naming her own price.

With only one slam victory coupled with very astutely planned promotion, Sharapova became a global sensation.

America just couldn’t get enough Maria. While men salivated over her, women hated but all wanted to look like her.

And this, all of this was done under the watchful eye, or should I say piercing glare of Serena Williams, the American champion who somehow didn’t measure up to this newly created living legend.

Oh man…there was going to be a hefty toll to pay!

“Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman.”

I’m convinced that is how Serena felt, like a scorned woman and she’s spent the last nine years purging.

Maria Sharapova has been Serena’s favorite “purgee.” Regardless of how poorly Serena may be playing, when she gets to Sharapova, a magical transformation occurs.

She whips out her “A” game and commences to administering a hefty dose of “whup ass.”

Now, I wouldn’t go so far as to say Serena hates Maria. Hate is to strong of a word. But I’ll confidently say she has a “rabid disdain” for her.

What? Rabid disdain isn’t as heavy as hate.

It’s the 04 Wimbledon loss and all the hype that’s followed Maria since that fateful day that fuels Serena’s competitive drive when it comes to playing Sharapova.

Serena holds a grudge. She’s held a nine-year-long one against Sharapova.

Just pay attention to the glares from Serena towards Maria the next time they meet.

If looks could kill…

Need I say more?

I think not

Back to Madrid


For players at Madrid, now gone is the dread,

for the clay has been changed from blue back to red.

Last year’s experiment with clay courts of blue

for television viewing was too good to be true.

For once nownow you could see the ball well,

but unfortunately the courts were giving some hell.

They were more slippery than traditional red clay,

which hampered the ability of some to play.

Both Rafa and Nole clearly hated the stuff,

while Serena and Roger couldn’t get enough.

Top players are a must and command attention

especially when embroiled in bitter dissension.

The top-two men stated, “This is insane,

unless things are changed we’re not playing here again.”

So pressure was on Tiriac, what would he do?

As expected he caved and got rid of the blue.

Now this year, snap, wouldn’t you know

that some are now saying the courts are too slow?

A court is a court, all measuring the same,

and at the end of the day, tennis is just a game.

That’s why at times, I just don’t understand,

for the kind of loot they make, I’d play in quicksand.

It could drive a person loony, totally out of his mind

trying to please all players all of the time.

Lets hope for the sake of this tournament

that most can at least find enough contentment.

There’s a lot going on in our world today

outweighing conditions of courts for play.

I love this sport, and still feel the same,

but at the end of the day, it’s only a game.

“No Way!” says Nole


Novak Djokovic the worlds number one

put an end to Nadal’s eight-year run.Monte Carlo

Annually at Monte Carlo, Rafa had destroyed the best,

so this year Nole arose to the test.

He slipped and slid and pummeled the ball

hell bent this day on denying Nadal.

He contorted his body and time after time

laser ed backhand winners straight down the line.

That was a big part of an overall plan

devised by the ever present Djokovic klan.

The first set, 2-6, brought Nadal some alarm

as Nole’s plan had worked like a charm.

But Rafas’ no quitter, this we all know,

one set lost for him ain’t stopping the show.

So he dug deep in the second and pushed twice as hard

waiting for Nole to drop his guard.

Like fighters, they traded blow after blow,

which man would win became harder to know.

When it reached six all, fans erupted with glee

at the thought that the match might extend to three.

But in the tiebreak, Nole ended the dance

by quickly destroying Rafa’s last chance.

For Nole the win was particularly sweet,

cause “the king of clay” was the man that he beat.

But a loss for Nadal seems to heighten motivation,

a testament to “the soldier’s” unfailing dedication.

Towards Roland Garros, there are more stops along the way,

maybe more battles for these two on finals day.

So, for now on clay, Nole is tops,

but we’ll see what plays out at the next few stops.

For Rafael Nadal, be he ever so humble,

you can bet will now be more ready to rumble.Rafa - Brazil

Miami Shocker: Da Jokes’ On Djoker


To say Tommy Haas has had an injury plagued career is a gross understatement. A more accurate description would be that since joining the professional tour in 1996, he’s had a career of injury interrupted by brief stints on tour. During those injury-free periods, Haas flashed glimmers of brilliance, shades of enormous possibilities.Haas

But Haas has not been fortunate enough to have had an extended season of injury-free tennis in which he could realize that great potential. Still, along the way, he has beaten some of the best players on the planet.

Only a man of great mental conviction, with an unmitigated love of the game, could or would continue doggedly along the path he’s traveled to reach this point in time.

It paid off.

In the fourth round of the Sony Open, on an unseasonably cool evening in Miami, at 34 years of age, improbably, Haas knocked Novak Djokovic out of the tournament.

He didn’t just a beat a top-ten player, he beat world number one, the top tenner.

Haas’s victory was a masterpiece of “demolition by disruption.”

He played heady, high percentage tennis employing an all-court game resplendent with variety. He coaxed, prodded and when most appropriate, forced Djokovic into committing an uncharacteristically high number of errors.

For his part, Djokovic appeared more bewildered than vexed by what was going down. He seemed to lack that escape artist ability he usually summons when in tight predicaments. He didn’t even go into his “f**k it” mode and just start hitting winners in clusters to get himself back into the groove.

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Tommy Haas has had enough injuries and surgery to have discouraged the most resolute of men, yet he has not faltered. From each setback he has come back. He’s fulfilled the requirements necessary to rehab and again reach the elite level of tennis.

That’s a lot of grueling work!

He’s paid his dues many times over.

Tommy Haas deserved his win over Novak Djokovic.

Because…

He earned it, he damned sure earned it.

From Injury to Victory: The Seven Month Odessey of Nadal


He did it! Hard to believe but he did it. Under unfavorable circumstances, against the odds, Rafael Nadal has made an unlikely, incredibly triumphant return to the professional tour.Indian wells Rafa

Given past history, I harbored no doubts that he would again play. After all, the tennis world has witnessed Rafa’s protracted struggle with seemingly his only real weakness, bum knees. But he’d always seemed to recover from those minor interruptions to resume an elite level of play within a reasonable time frame.

But this time it was different, very different.

After Lukas Rosol administered the most astounding bludgeoning in tennis history in first round of 2012 Wimbledon, Nadal was not only beaten, he was beaten down.

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Nadal’s matches have often been likened to boxing in which he repeatedly delivers body blow after body blow until his opponent eventually succumbs. Not this time because…

The brawl with Rosol

ended in a knockout of Nadal.

As though the loss itself was not stunning enough, in short order we were informed that Nadal would not play the 2012 U S Open, the final slam of the year.

Truly troublesome news.

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The final bit of unsettling information from the Nadal camp was that he would not participate in the Olympic games, for which he of course would have been highly regarded as a prime contender for Olympic gold. Additionally, he had been selected to be the flag bearer for Spain.

Given the enormity of the occasion, had I not seen him make that announcement in a press conference, I might have assumed him dead, recovering from knee replacement surgery, or in a depressive funk from which emergence even with psychiatric assistance was impossible.

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Those cumulative series of events following the injury led me to believe it would be a very long time before we saw a top flight Rafa again, if ever.

I was wrong.

So how is it that Rafael Nadal, after a seven month injury induced hiatus, has been able to make such a mind boggling comeback in such a short period of time?

How the “holy hell” has he gotten to the finals of four straight tournaments, winning the last three, the latest being the BNP Paribas at Indian Wells on hard courts?

How!?

It’s not a rhetorical question. There is an answer. I just don’t happen to know it.

For the sake of discussion, I think we can safely say that Nadal is human. Lord knows he’s demonstrated that in quirkiness alone. What, with the water bottle alignment stuff, the incessant disengagement of a real or imagined wedgie before beginning each point, the three-point face ritual from left to nose to right before serving, etc.

You get my drift. He’s one of us, a real person complete with all the weird stuff that distinguishes us as individuals.

But for all his quirks, his extraordinarily physical style of play which some choose to view as “brutish,” Nadal is an intellectual, highly introspective realist who apparently is imbued with more than ample fortitude.

He’s legit

and does not quit.

I think that attitude along with an intellectual approach to career management and the ability to focus at a prodigiously high level for extended periods, coalesced into the perfect milieu for Nadal’s miraculous return.

That’s my opinion, the best I can come up with.

How do you see it?

One thing I know for sure…

He’s back.

The Return of Nadal


The greatest on clay, Spain’s absolute best

has finally reemerged to resume his quest.

While injury forced him to be seven months away,

the king has returned on his precious red clay.

I know it’s been agony as surely it would

waiting and healing, doing what little he could.

Nadal is strong and amazingly agile

but his Achilles heal is that the knees are fragile.

He’s very physical, that’s just his style.

To win a single point he might run a mile.

Now gradually he’s testing the injured left knee

cautiously probing how effective he’ll be.

If recent results are true and telling

he’ll soon have fans again awed and yelling.

He’s played three tournaments while winning two

leaving frustrated foes asking, “what’s a guy to do?”

I for one am happy to see

that Rafa seems not to be favoring the knee.

He’s been gliding and sliding making mincemeat of all

while applying that wicked lefty spin to the ball.

He’s pushing and prepping to be fit for the French

where seven times now he’s not yielded an inch.

If all goes well, Djoker, Fed and Murray

will again have cause to wonder and worry,

“Can this guy still beat us, is he still good enough?”

“Can he actually still be nearly that tough?”

Yes indeed, I think that he can.

Remember he’s a soldier, on clay he’s the man.

And after the French we’ll all know a bit more

about whether the top three will again become four.

All are excited about the added intrigue

that Rafa brings when back in the league.

Let’s hope to witness a healthy Nadal

on all surfaces again just crushing the ball.

There are still slams waiting for your relentless attack,

so Rafa, it’s truly great to see you back.Rafa - Brazil

A Rememberance: Hudlin, Ashe, and Farrow–Three Generations of Champions


In America, the United States and Canada have graciously set aside the month of February as Black History Month. The tradition began in 1926. It’s grown in both acceptance and significance since inception.

It was created to recognize the extraordinary, struggles, sacrifices and achievements made by multitudes of black Americans. Many of these men and women lost their lives in heroic efforts to win equality for African Americans and all peoples of color who, because of their non-white status, suffered under an oppressive force reluctant to grant foundational freedoms laid out in the constitution.

This post is a celebratory tribute to one female and three specific male African American tennis champions and the commonality that bonded them.

Black Americans played and undeniably vital role in the growth and flourishing of our nation despite toiling in a society where race was such an divisive issue. Still, we forged ahead striving to win fundamental civil rights that were an accepted birthright of those not of color.

Though race is still an uncomfortable, unfortunate, counterproductive issue in American society, and there is work yet to be done, great strides towards rectification have occurred in the past three decades.

I’ve lived through those times, been a participant in and witness to many positive changes.

The sporting arena was one of the most important avenues through which change could occur.

Sports provided widespread venues in which peoples of all races, ethnicity or whatever other factors seem to drive a wedge between humans, could be put aside. Athletes came together to test themselves against one another.

Differences often melted away in Olympic competition as athletes gave their all for the glory of their respective countries.

Althea Gibson became the first African American player of either gender to be allowed to compete in both national and international tennis competition.Althea Gibson

The tennis world is to be commended for opening that door at a time when racism was widespread in American society. It was a good thing which showed that tennis was growing more open-minded. It also served as an important source of hope and inspiration for others of color.

Ms Gibson wasted little time in justifying tennis’ wisdom in granting her the right to play. In 1956 she became the first African American to win a grand slam, the French Open. The following year, she won Wimbledon. She repeated as Wimbledon champion in 1958.

Ms Gibson’s accomplishments in tennis were so outstanding that she was inducted into the International Tennis Hall Of Fame as well as the International Women’s Sports Hall Of Fame.

Clearly, she helped pave the way for African Americans and for female athletes of all races as well.

Without doubt, Ms Gibson encountered racism along an arduous road. But she was a trailblazer with incredible will and strength of character.

Thankfully, she persevered.

I snapped the photo below in 1976 one year after Arthur Ashe became the first and still only black male to win Wimbledon.Arthur, Richard, Jaun

It’s a precious photo. It captures three generations of African American tennis champions standing together.

From left to right are pictured Arthur Ashe, Richard Hudlin, and Juan Farrow. Mr. Hudlin coached Ashe during his senior year at Sumner High school here in St. Louis, Missouri. As noted in a previous post (Long Overdue, This Is For You…Mr. Richard Hudlin), it was within the confines of the Armory, on slick wooden floors that Mr. Hudlin converted Arthur from a baseline player to serve/volley specialist.

Brilliant!

Arthur went on to become a three-time grand slam champion. He is still the only black American male to win a slam. He won three, Wimbledon, the U S Open, and the Australian Open.

Throughout his career both on and off court, through health and illness, Arthur championed many, many causes. He did so actively rather than simply lending his celebrity. He made a difference. He left the world a better place than he found it.

Arthur Ashe died on February 6, 1993. He died during Black History Month twenty years ago. It’s so very fitting that his life be celebrated during this month.

I’m proud to have known Arthur and even more proud of the many things he accomplished towards bettering the human condition.

Arthur was a great, great man. There’s a void without him, but his legacy is a rich one and his humanitarian works continue. In a way, he’s still with us.

Regarding Mr. Hudlin, in retrospect, I’m awed by all that he accomplished especially considering the stiff resistance he encountered against blacks gaining more expansive access within St. Louis’ tennis community. But, like Althea Gibson with whom he was connected, he forged onward pulling many of us along with him.

Mr. Hudlin was highly instrumental in winning access for his Tandy Park Muny tennis players to city-wide municipal parks by filing and, improbably, winning a lawsuit which opened the doors.

Again, brilliant!

Mr. Hudlin died in 1976, just a few months after the above photo was taken. As did Arthur, Mr. Hudlin left a rich, though albeit, more obscure legacy of accomplishment geared towards bettering the human condition within his immediate sphere of influence.

Richard  Hudlin was a great man. He was a foot soldier who fought to clear a path so that others could follow.

Juan Farrow was a direct beneficiary of the coaching of Mr. Hudlin and the giving of Arthur Ashe.Farrow Serving

After working with Juan for some time, Mr. Hudlin astutely recognized that the generation gap between he and Juan was almost impossible to bridge. Juan was 16, Mr. Hudlin in his 70′s. It was increasingly difficult for the two to effectively communicate.

Mr. Hudlin recruited me to serve as mentor for his teenaged prodigy. I was in my early 20′s working with teenagers everyday as a biology teacher at Southwest High School.

Mr. Hudlin hoped that my youth would allow for a more productive line of communication. In addition to mentoring, I became an intermediary between coach Hudlin and Juan.

Juan lived with my family for the remainder of his high school years. During that period he won everything in site.

Arthur regularly called to check on Juan’s progress and help provide any financial assistance needed to house him and defray expenses incurred when he traveled to out-of-state tournaments.

Juan was a gifted athlete with uncanny tennis instincts. He too was persuaded by Mr. Hudlin to incorporate serve/volley tactics into his game. And man, could he ever volley!

After graduation, Juan was recruited by coach Kent Demars to play tennis for the SIU (Southern Illinois University) Cougars where he became a three-time collegiate national singles champion in 1977, 78, and 1980.

Juan was also selected to become a member of the under 21 U. S. Davis Cup team and later spent time on the professional tour. Though he had wins over top ten players during his touring period, he was unable to produce those results consistently. It’s tough out there.

Still, Juan Farrow was the number one player in the nation as both 12 and 14-year old. He regularly competed in older kids divisions and won. He was arguably one of if not the best player in St. Louis during his high school years and his accomplishments at SIU are still standing records.

Juan is now a teaching pro in Macon, Georgia. I’m confident that he is passing on some of the lessons he learned, passing on a bit of the great Richard Hudlin and Arthur Ashe, the two greats with which he will forever be linked.

The three had something in common. They were all African American, all champions, and all indispensable contributors to the tennis community of St. Louis.

We were lucky to have them.