Hail Hudlin! An Overdue Prop for a man who taught “Strive for the Top.”

August 7, 2014 was a day I’ll long remember. That day unfolded in Fort Lauderdale, Fl at the ATA (American Tennis Association) championships.

It was a celebratory day, a day set aside to recognize, thank, and enshrine seven illustrious inductees into the Black Tennis Hall of Fame.

One of those seven was a true “tennis pioneer,” in my book, an iconic American hero.

His name is Richard A. Hudlin.

Hallelujah! Finally, this incredibly accomplished, quietly effective foot soldier has received a “proper” welcoming into the ranks of historical predecessors who made it possible for many, many others to follow, strive, and persevere in tennis.

In the mid 1920’s, Richard Hudlin attended the University of Chicago, which during that time was considered one of the premier institutions of higher education in the nation. It was one of the “Big Ten” colleges.

And, if attending such a preeminent school were not enough, Hudlin was also a member of UOC tennis team from 1926 to 1928. He was the only black on those teams.

Although great strides have been made, race remains one of the most divisive issues in American society. Having said that, imagine what it was like 86 years ago, when in 1928, Hudlin was selected as captain of the UOC tennis team thereby making him the first black captain of a Big-Ten college tennis team.

Who’d have been willing to do what he did? The answer is few.

But somebody had to do it, be the first that is. Clearly, Mr. Hudlin was up to the task.

17 years later, in St. Louis, Missouri, he would again achieve an unprecedented feat by filing a lawsuit against the City of St. Louis and municipal tennis association to gain access for his players of color to tournaments conducted in public parks. The suit was adjudicated in his favor.

The “walls of exclusion” were replaced by opened gates for inclusion. Again, a difficult undertaking needed doing and, once again, Hudlin stepped forward and persevered.

I was asked by Mr. Bob Davis, he too a 2014 inductee, if I’d be willing to attend the induction gala to introduce Mr. Hudlin and accept the posthumous hall of fame memento and induction certification in the event none of his immediate family was present. Of course my answer was a resounding “yes.” After all, it was I who nominated him.

I prepared an abbreviated speech highlighting several of Mr. Hudlin’s stellar achievements from a life-resume of remarkable work. Unfortunately, due to some organizational glitches (too many speakers in too little time or not having speakers limit their remarks so as to consume only a preordained number of minutes etc), time constraints prevented me from delivering my sub-five minute speech. While certainly unintentional, it was a disservice to the memory of a truly great man.

So, for the sake of venting a bit of personal frustration and to honor Mr. Hudlin’s induction, I’ve included the link below with the comments I’d prepared.

Despite my slight disappointment, I’d do it all again, because at the end of the day, Mr. Hudlin has been afforded the “props” he’s so richly deserved for such a long, long time.

Mr. Richard A. Hudlin is now a cherished member of an exalted group of blacks who made it possible for all of us and all of tennis to thrive, flourish and burgeon into the spectacular sport that it’s become.

He’s a recognized, sanctioned member of the Black Tennis Hall of Fame.

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“Simonacendency”–The Rise of Halep

Though Simona Halep, Romania’s number one female player, lost to four-time slam winner, Maria Sharapova in the finals of the 2014 French Open today, a potentially brilliant star has risen.

Simona Halep is that shining light and, make no mistake about it, she has arrived.Halep 2

Halep reached the French final to face Sharapova without dropping a set. It was a most impressive run, and after splitting sets, had it not been for one service break in the third (4-6), she would have won her first slam.

Halep’s ascendency is not a fluke. Since 2009, she has consistently progressed in small but noticeable increments.

In 2010 Halep underwent elective breast-reduction surgery. Apparently, at a smallish 5′ 6,” she was rather amply endowed and felt the weight of her bust interfered with abilities essential to producing high-level tennis. She also complained of frequent back pain possibly caused by her breasts.

Her decision to undergo what many might view as a radical procedure, in my eyes, only underscores her commitment to the game. That was a tough and extremely mature decision for a then 17-year-old to make.

Voila! It worked!

Halep’s ranking increased dramatically, over 400 points, in a relatively short time following the surgery.

During this remarkable span, she spent a great deal of time gaining invaluable experience playing qualifying rounds of WTA tour events. Her ranking was at 166 when, as a qualifier, at the Andalucia tournament in Marbella, Spain, she fought her way to the quarters eventually losing to the the number two seed Flavia Pennetta. Pennetta was ranked 16th at the time.

Halep’s steady progression continued. From quallies, she reached the finals of a WTA event for the first time but lost to Iveta Benesova. In the quarters of that event, she defeated former top-ten player Patty Schnyder, a daunting task. Schnyder was always a very crafty player capable of beating anyone on a good day.

Emboldened, Halep qualified for the 2010 French Open but lost first round to Sam Stosur, the 7th seed. She then lost first round at the US Open to Jelena Jankovic, a match she probably should have won when serving for it at 5-4 in the third.

Though she failed to capitalize on that upset opportunity, she did not fail to learn from the experience.

In 2011, Halep lost in the first round of the Estoril Open to Anabel Garrigues in two tiebreaks. Garrigues went on to win the tournament.

Halep then lost to the great Serena Williams in the second round of Wimbledon. It took Williams three sets to secure the victory.

Later that year, at the US Open, playing on an injured ankle, Halep defeated 6th seed, Li Na in the first round. It was her first win over a top-ten player.

The evidence was mounting. Clearly, Halep was on the move.

2012 continued productively and Halep began 2013 at number 47 in the world and the number two ranked Romanian player.

And then it happened. All the hard work began coalescing and Halep broke through. After losing in the semis of the BNL d’Italia to eventual champion, Serena Williams, Halep won two WTA titles in a row. She won her third title of the year at the Budapest Grand Prix.

Halep won six titles during this run with wins over Petra Kvitova, Yvonne Meusburger, Ana Ivanaovic and others along the way. Only Serena Williams won more tournaments in 2013.

I have difficulty categorizing Halep’s play. She’s not strictly a base-liner nor is she a serve/volley player though she can execute when necessary. She’s neither a counter puncher nor an aggressive in-your-face on every shot type.

What Halep shows me is a remarkable ability to adjust to any play scenario that arises. She is very quick off the spot and can get from point A to point B in the blink of an eye, almost freakishly fast at times. She’s strong and agile, can both absorb pace and generate it. She’s got variety and drive.

She’s a little girl with a very big game. She’s able to stay “in the moment” without imploding from nerves. That alone is unusual for a 22-year-old. That calm demeanor looks good on her and should continue to serve her well in tough matches at the elite level.

Simona Halep is currently ranked number three in the world. Surprising to some but not to those who’ve been paying attention.

Myself, I’m thoroughly impressed but not the least bit surprised. You could see it coming, the steady rise in ranking. She’s paid her dues, ground it out, been persistent and dedicated.

She’s done it “the old fashioned way.”

She earned it!







2014 French Open Rafarized Again

Rafael Nadal, the outright “King of Red Clay”

has won the French for the ninth time today.

Ten times entered, nine times victorious,

could a feat so profound be any more glorious?

Again it boiled down to the planet’s two best

set once again for a grueling test.

When Rafa meets Nole, it’s always the same,

undoubtedly tennis but to them not just a game.

Rafa’s first-set loss set an ominous tone

for all knew in his mind the war was now on.

And Nole, despite having one set in hand

appeared to me a troubled man.

His beleaguered look didn’t match the score,

and where in hell was the Djokovic roar?

It was the old “demon of doubt” whispering in his ear

playing havoc with his head now riddled with fear.

The second set could have gone either way

but Rafa responded best with fearless play.

After taking that set, Rafa roared and flexed

while Nole dropped his head sunken and vexed.

It was as clear to me as I’d seen before,

Rafa now poised to slam shut the door.

With demoralizing efficiency, he went about the deed

sending Nole away with the same gnawing need.

“The French,” he must wonder, “Will I ever win?”

“Will I ever even get the chance again?”

There’s no way to tell how the future will go,

but as long as Rafa plays, the answer is NO!

So, bravo Nadal, it’s astonishing what you’ve done

to maintain the title of “World Number One.”Rafa's 9th











Venus: Too Legit to Quit

My father was a non-credentialed, armchair philosopher. He greatly relished the frequent opportunities to dispense one or more of his bits of wisdom. God knows, as kids, my brother and I provided him with ample situations from which to launch into full-fledged philosophy-filled lectures.

We knew immediately when one of those times had arrived because his opening words were unfailingly, “You know…” and then words began rolling off his tongue as though they had been marinating there for weeks just for this particular occasion. His speech inflection clued us as to whether it would be a long-winded affair or a short snippet or two.

Regardless, the “you know…” induced immediate bouts of, “here we go again”  eye-rolling from us. Thankfully, eye-rolling was permissible as long as you listened. There was never a smack down for eye-rolling alone. Now, saying something stupid coupled with eye-rolling, well, then you might be putting yourself in harms way.

I think he was tolerant because, not only did he enjoy doling out wisdom, but he genuinely felt that someday we’d get it. We’d fully comprehend the relevance of his words. Our lives would be enriched by those words.

He was right.

Several of his favorites were, “Anything worth doing is worth working for.” He’d alter it to fit the occasion, often saying, “Anything worth doing is worth doing it well.” Those quotes were slight modifications of words spoken by Theodore Roosevelt.

“Never be afraid of hard work,” was another oft used. And from Shakespeare, “To thine own self be true.” Generally, he added, “if to none other,” to the beginning of that one. Of course, he meant we could lie to him or anyone but never to ourselves cause we knew what the truth was.

When I watch Venus Williams play now, I can’t help but think of my father’s favorite quotes because she truly lives them.

Watching Venus is watching the truth. It’s watching the embodiment of my father’s advice to me, my brother and anyone else who happened to be within earshot.

All she has achieved, she’s worked hard for and she’s clearly unafraid of hard work.

Venus has always been plagued by injury, often severe enough that she was forced to miss precious training and match play. Those career interruptions have been costly in terms of titles won and ranking points.

But continually, Venus has come back from injury to painstakingly resume her career.

That’s dogged determination–unafraid to work hard to get back to a high level of play.

It’s common knowledge that three years ago she was diagnosed with an energy-sapping autoimmune disease. During that span of time, she has continued to fight through injury, and against Sjogren’s Syndrome.

Meanwhile, she continued to compete. For fans, including me, it was at times painful to watch her struggle to beat a player she once would have destroyed.

But I never stopped watching because she never stopped playing. Clearly, she was not giving up.

If she was willing to suffer through all the obstacles, then I was definitely still firmly on board the “Venus Vessel.”

What I found most disheartening was the throngs of people, including commentators and pundits, suggesting maybe she needed to retire.

But she didn’t and in several interviews she steadfastly stated she only needed more time to adjust to the syndrome and more high-level matches to regain the rhythm of elite play.

Well, she did it! She won Dubai, her first title since 2012. She won this same event in 09 and 2010.

It’s a stellar accomplishment by a very worthy champion. Venus showed the world that through trials and tribulations, “if you find the courage to believe, you can continue to achieve.”

Venus Williams is the consummate role model for us all. She’s courageous, determined and admirably formidable against any and all negative obstacles.

She believes in herself regardless of what others think or say.

“If to none other, to thine own self be true.”Venus-Williams11

For damned sure, she’s that.

She’s the “real deal.”

She’s legit…”too legit to quit.”

Stan The Man Can!

For the last two years he’s been on the verge,Nadal Wawrenka final

appearing ripe for ascension, ready to emerge.

The man, Stanislas Wawrinka, about whom I speak

has now scaled the mountain and reached a slam peak.

He felled world number two and one winning first major of the year

playing hellishly great tennis while showing no fear.

In 2013, with Djokovic, two epic losses in five,

left me believing Stan was ready to thrive.

Last year in Australia, Djoker won their wild ride,

while an identical spectacle this year saw Stan turn the tide.

That quarterfinal featured men crushing the ball

leaving many thinking the winner would win all.

And that did indeed prove to be true,

now Wawrinka should be afforded the props he is due.

Any psychological barriers Stan brushed neatly aside

punishing every ball from Rafa in perfectly timed stride.

Stan clearly outplayed Rafa in the first set

blasting missiles off both wings he just couldn’t get.

Rafa appeared confused, having little control

while Stan was composed, on court patrol.

As Rafa grew angrier and punched his string bed,

Stan became emboldened and more entrenched in his head.

In the second set came the most damnable twist

as Rafa suffered another injury to add to his list.

He strained his back leaving him severely impaired

while the crowd grew silent, then murmured and stared.

A medical timeout was immediately taken

to attend to Rafa now emotionally shaken.

He was escorted off court in order to be treated,

but upon return, appeared down and defeated.

As the match resumed, Rafa fueled only by pride,

the crowd was so subdued you’d have thought someone died.

He did all that he could to continue to play

and not rob Stan of his greatest career day.

But Stan grew tentative playing an injured foe.

In this game that’s the way it seems to go.

A half-speed Rafa still won the third set

with many of his shots now finding the net.

In the fourth, Stan recaptured his first-set form

having weathered a nervy emotional storm.

After breaking Rafa, it was clear to see

the match was over and the winner was he.

Many have wondered which guy might break thru,

either Berdych or Tsonga, the top candidates two.

But neither of them could raise a confident hand

because all along it was Stan The Man.

The Fear Factor

2014 Australian Open. Who would have imagined Serena would lose the tournament?


Not only did I imagine it, I predicted it. I expected it.Ser loss


Pressure. Plain and simple, good old ever-present oppressive pressure. When a player, their camp, fans, non-fans, reporters, pundits, bookies, little kids who have no knowledge of tennis but know a Serena or Vika or Maria’s name…in general, the entire world all hold the same expectation of victory, that’s the most likely time for a “fail.”


The pressure under which an athlete toils in these situations transforms from pressure to outright fear. You can sense it, smell it, see the strained expressions, the tight non-fluid movements. It’s almost as though they’re about to be attacked by some heinous creature.

Well, they are.

In fact the attack is well under way when those telltale signs manifest. They’re already in the clutch of the “beast of fear,” and it’s devouring them little by little, on the big stage, in front of the entire viewing public.

For fans of the devouree, it’s an awful sight to see. For the opponent, it creates burgeoning confidence, an almost maniacal euphoria in the knowledge that he/she is “choking.”

For the player in the jaws of “the beast,” it’s a most terribly humiliating experience.

Loss in athletics is one thing, it’s natural, just part of the game. But loss while engulfed in the throes of fear, well, that’s quite another because it actually becomes a sort of mini nervous breakdown.

“As the mind goes, so goes the game.”

Need supporting evidence? Okay. Look at the chronology of events so far.

1. Serena, the prohibitive favorite to win her 18th singles slam falls to an inspired, fearless

2. Ivanovic now becomes a clear favorite to defeat 19-year-old Canadian, Bouchard, playing in her first-ever slam. Of course Ivanovic falls…nervously.

3. With Serena deposed, Sharapova feels relieved but at the same time pressured. She’s expected to beat Cibulkova. She loses…nervously.

4. With both Serena and Sharapova out, Azarenka becomes the heavy, heavy favorite. She promptly loses to a crafty administration of all-court, all-shot play by the ever wily Radwanska.

2. Naturally, predictably, nervously, Radwanska is bludgeoned by Cibulkova.

Meanwhile, in the lower portion of the upper half of the draw, Li Na has had a relatively easy time advancing having not faced a seriously threatening player. She gets by Bouchard in straights.

So, the finals are set. Li Na vs Cibulkova.

On paper, Li Na must be installed a solid favorite to hoist the trophy. After all, she’s a slam winner, has far more experience on the big stage and plays an aggressive brand of tennis.

There’s no doubt, both women will be nervous, Cibulkova trying to win her first slam, Li Na being expected to prevail.Li Na

And, therein lies the real conundrum for Li Na–she’s expected to win!

Thus, if current form holds,

then Li Na folds

and in the end

Cibulkova will win!

Maybe Li Na can buck the trend…

or not.

Ivanovic Sinks Serena

Much of the talk during this 2014 edition of the Australian Open has centered around the dangerously oppressive heat baking fans, players, officials and ball kids.

One player who succumbed to the heat, said it was “inhumane” to have athletes competing in such extreme conditions. Another, after wobbling thru a match, reported that at one point, he thought he saw Snoopy.

Seeing stars is one thing, but when it’s so hot you begin hallucinating glimpses of Snoopy or any other cartoon character during your match, it’s time to throw in the towel. Actually, a record number of players did just that within the first two or three days.

But though the weather took a delightful change for the better, there’s still plenty heat to discuss.

It’s not that produced by the Australian summer, climate change, global warming, Mother Nature or whatever other Snoopy-citing-induced conditions that may be occurring “down under.”

What heat is it?

It’s the heat Ana Ivanovic brought to her fourth-round match against the number one player in women’s tennis, Serena Williams.Ser loss

Ivanovic displayed a burning desire to win, and brother, she was on fire! Her forehand was smoking! Her strokes were incinerating tennis balls and there was simply nothing the Queen of American tennis could do to stop her.

Simply put, Ana was bringing the heat!

Ivanovic’s superior play notwithstanding, there were other obvious and not so obvious factors contributing to Serena’s disturbing (disturbing in the sense that it was so unexpected by) loss.

Let me explain.

Several weeks prior to the start of the Open, I took a little vacation. Drove 1376 miles from St. Louis, Mo. to Las Vegas, NV. Wanted to take a leisurely scenic drive across country. I took the northern route. Terrifying drive! But that’s another story.

After getting situated, I headed downtown to the famous Las Vegas Strip widely considered the betting mecca of the U.S. The weather was glorious. I spent the first hour just walking the strip floating on the wave of non-stop excitement.

I settled into a very pleasant sports book at Planet Hollywood Resort And Casino. After perusing the various in-progress events of basketball, football, soccer, golf, horse racing etc, I found a two-sided one-sheet publication listing the betting odds available on every future sporting event imaginable.

My first “uh oh” moment occurred when I saw under “Tennis,” Serena Williams was 4-5 to win the Australian Open. “4-5!” I screeched, inaudibly of course. The odds-makers had installed her as the 4 to freaking 5 prohibitive favorite! For the uninitiated, 4-5 means you’d have to bet $5 to win $4 give or take some change.

What’s wrong with that you ask? After all, she is the best female player on the planet and she is coming off one of the greatest seasons of all time last year. She’s healthy, she’s highly motivated, seemingly more serene than ever. What more could a bettor ask for, right?

BETTER ODDS! That’s what!

The list of things that could change in the four weeks leading up to the Open in my view was astronomical. She could step on another piece of glass, wrench another ankle, fall down, break a bone, catch the flu, and on and on…yet odds makers saw fit to offer the public a paltry 4-5.

And, God forbid, if any one of those things had happened which prevented her participation, and you’d made a future bet, your money is non-refundable. Yep, that’s right…nope, can’t get it back.

The risk-for-reward situation in such a case is outrageously terrible…for the bettor anyway. It’s splentastic for the casino.

I like horse racing, was actively involved in the industry as a small-time owner/trainer in the 80’s and still find time to make a few wagers. One thing I’ve learned over the years, and this is a verifiable national statistic, the win percentage for favorites is about 33%. That means that 67% of the time non-favorites win, about twice as often then.

I’d rather be in the 67% group.

The 4-5 odds also indicates that everybody on earth thought Serena was a mortal lock to win the tourney. The pundits were raving about her chances. One commentator went so far as to say, “Serena has to be the favorite in any tournament she enters.”

Of course Serena hears and reads that crap. That translates to pressure, enormous pressure. Couple that with her own expectations and quest to tie Navratilova and Evert with 18 singles slam titles and you have the perfect storm for disaster.

Serena’s shocking first-round loss to Virginie Razzano in the 2012 French was a pressure induced implosion. Her loss to Sloan Stephens last year at Australia, in my mind, was again precipitated by pressure and maybe a bit of injury. And what about her loss last year at Wimbledon? Both Sharapova and Azarenka were eliminated by injury. The tournament was hers for the taking. She promptly lost.

History has a way of repeating itself.

The second “uh oh” for me was Serena’s less-than-dominate win over third-round opponent, Daniela Hantuchova. No disrespect to Hantuchova who has won over 500 singles matches to date, but I expected her to be trounced.

The final “uh oh” was her listless and lucky first-set win over Ivanovic. She appeared lethargic and lead-footed, as though she had resigned herself to loss. It didn’t help that she seemed to no longer have a backhand either.

Maybe there was also some injury issue. Only Serena knows for sure.

I truly think it was again the enormously burdensome pressure to deliver as the freaking 4-5 favorite, you know, when the entire world expects the win.

Whatever the reason, Ana Ivanovic is no longer 0-4 against Serena. She executed a well devised game plan about which she spoke during a pre match interview.

She came out smoking, was undeterred by the first set loss, and went on to smoke the number one female player on the planet.

It wasn’t a fluke.

She earned the win.Ivanovic