How to Keep Calm and Enjoy Venus' Return (Suggestions Welcome)

While I was preparing for my summer vacation to Denver, some major news popped out of the tennis world. THEE Venus Williams was actually going to play a tournament! This was not another false alarm. THEE Venus Ebony Starr Williams was coming out to play some tennis! As longtime readers to this blog know, the reason I even tennis at all is because of Venus. And now she's back! Just in time for the U.S. Open swing! I was holding out hope that Venus hadn't just quit tennis without so much as an announcement. It kinda felt like something she would do, but on the other hand, Venus was a flag bearer for American tennis, and for black athletes in tennis. 

She and Serena Williams opened the door and a floodgate continues to this day. But even before Serena could join Venus on those big stages, it was just the big sister, out there by herself, in a sport no one felt she belonged. No one felt she should have confidence and when she showed that confidence, she was questioned. She became a target. So it's always hard to be the first. Now? Tennis players thank themselves when they win tournaments. I see that kind of squaring up of the shoulders, and I think of Venus. It's only in the last few years that she's dropped the stoic attitude on court and has opted for showing joy when she wins. She didn't get to do that her whole career because she was the first one. Venus got screwed out of a point at Wimbledon -- just straight-up robbed -- and no one did anything about it. Think that would happen to Coco Gauff now? 

So, anyway, fans deserve a chance for a goodbye from Venus. So imagine my surprise to learn that she was coming back to say hello! Just in time for the U.S. Open swing! The tournament where she first made her mark as a major threat to the top tier of tennis. Even though she didn't win that tournament, it put her on the map. So it's perfect timing, you see, to make a return --

Oh, um. It would also be a perfect timing for an announcem --

Whoa. 

Uh, so my vacation was fun! We went to Colorado, which is just beautiful. The first thing we saw when we got out there were these weird little squirrel-looking things that are actually called prairie dogs. 

See? Adorbs.

There's also an Olympic training center in Colorado Springs, where we passed through on the way to Pike's Peak. Venus won three gold medals, by the way. She won her gold medal in 2000 in the middle of a 35-match winning streak, I believe? Wow, that was really in the year 2000. What a career. 

Anyway!

So I opted to drive up Pike's Peak, which is not a choice for the weak of stomach. 

When we arrived, I got talked into upgrading my sedan rental car to this boat called the Chevy Traverse. This seemed like a pretty good deal until it was time to drive up a 14,000 foot-tall mountain. Obviously, we made it. But, like, there isn't even railing on a large chunk of this road and it's hard not to look to your right or left and see that we were up pretty high. But I realized that if I took my eye off the quite narrow road, my chances of success getting to the top were going to be pretty slim. 

Anyway.

The next day, we went to this place called the Red Rocks Amphitheater, which is a concert venue that's surrounded by these rocks and is an acoustical wonder. There's a visitor center that detailed the history of the amphitheater, including the grounds on which they were built. It's an eye-opening reminder that this place, and most of the state, was once Native American grounds and at the amphitheather, there's actually a map showing how a series of "land deals" left the original inhabitors on a plot of land the size of my thumbprint. The current inhabitants charge you $60 to drive up a mountain and buy some overpriced trinkets or drop $200 for a concert ticket. And we do it, knowing what it cost a whole race of people who were there to begin with. Capitalism, man. Hell of a drug.

Venus won her first match at the Washington D.C. tournament against Peyton Stearns. After, she said that she was back on tour because she needed to have health insurance. Capitalism, amirite? Maybe that's really the only reason she's back? If that's true, we might get another year, maybe two, maybe another Slam run. But maybe Venus Williams, winner of seven Slams, three Gold medals, with countless other titles, who leads active players with $42 MILLION dollars in prize money and god knows how much more in endorsements, could afford good insurance, or even to live somewhere where she wouldn't have to worry about it.

And if that's true, then ...

So, right. I was talking about vacation. The crazy part about watching her play this week was that she looked good out there. Even in doubles. She was playing with Hailey Baptiste, and honestly it was Baptiste who looked like she was selling (lingo from the kids). 

Still. Venus looked good out there, and happy. Just in time for that U.S. Open swing.

Wimbledon: The Numbers are a Target

The irony is that as a tennis player, the goal is to play, and win, as much as possible during the year so that when the big tournaments come up, like Wimbledon, you are seeded, and that in theory keeps you from playing the Jannik Sinners of the world in the first round. 

And then, when you get there, some player you scouted by watching them frame their way through a previous match takes you out in the first round on a surface you're pretty sure isn't even for tennis.

I'm talking about Daniil Medvedev, who had this to say about the guy who beat him in the first round of Wimbledon on Monday, thus starting a cascade of seeded players to tumble out of the draw at what has to be a record pace:

From The Athletic: "I was supposed to play him or (Quentin) Halys in Halle. I watched the match. He couldn't play two balls in a row in the court. I was surprised."

Who needs Sinner when you have ... whatever is in the water at Wimbledon right now?

Serena Williams was sort of mocked by everyone (OK, me) when she'd say that the women are playing their best against her. I'm starting to understand what she's saying. Right now, I'm watching Laura Siegemund on the precipice of taking a set off of Aryna Sabalenka. (She just did it.) Sinner himself was moments away from being out of Wimbledon if not for a freak injury sustained by Grigor Dimitrov. 

So the remaining question: Who takes advantage of the void left by the 22 seeds who went home after round one? The fact is that on both sides, the favorites are still there. Sinner is the biggest question mark as he is also coping with injury. But he and Carlos Alcaraz are still on a collision course. Sinner's got a harder path. Ben Shelton is playing some great tennis right now, but does he have the maturity to hold it together for a whole match against Sinner? I'm not 100% sold on that one, but even if Sinner gets through, he'll have Djokovic (probably) to contend with, which is basically like a final to get to a final. 

Although she is down a set, I find it hard to believe Sabalenka won't make it through this match. I think she could manage either Ana Pavlyuchenkova or Amanda Anisimova. The bottom half is ... interesting. The thing is that Iga Swiatek has been having a pretty good year, but has been faltering right around this stage. I really would pick the winner of the Belinda Bencic and Mirra Andreeva match to get to the final. 

And at this point, it's probably just wise to choose anyone without a seed by their name. 

REPOST: Scenes from Heathrow Airport

First of all, a somewhat shocking revelation to myself that Tennis With Attitude has been live for nearly *gulp* 20 years?! I mean, what?! 

Second, a realization that I have never reposted an old post. But this one is one of my favorites, and it's about the seeded players at Wimbledon having a rough time. Sounds familiar. Anyway, enjoy. I'm working on a post about this year's insanity.

Garbine Muguruza sulks through Heathrow Airport, head down. It feels as though everyone was staring at her. They're always staring. They stare at the airport. They stare at Wimbledon while she gets outgunned by some kid no one ever heard of. Why are they staring at her? Don't they have smartphones or something?
She approaches the desk. "I'd like the first flight out of here, please."
The kindly woman smiles and rolls her eyes. "Wouldn't we all?" she says, and chuckles.
Mugu looks back at her blankly.
"Oh, it's a Brexit thing -- you wouldn't understand," the airline ticket agent says. "Never mind. Well, anyway, the next flight out is booked."
"OK," Mugu says. "I normally don't like pulling this, but do you know who I am? I won the French Open last month."
"Oh, I do!" the woman says. "It's just that the flight is booked." She gestures with a little head tilt and Mugu looks behind her. An ocean of tennis players stare back. Everyone with the staring.
"Don't expect me to give up my flight out of here," Petra Kvitova says. She's sitting in a chair. Next to her, there's a tennis bag in the trash can. "I don't even know why I come to this place every year. It's always raining!"
"Probably because you win it," Genie Bouchard says. "Lemme ask you guys: Does Cibulkova play a full schedule or does she just go to Slams to screw with the seeded players?"
"Oh. Do not even get me started," Kvitova says. "I coulda told you when the draws came out that Makarova was gonna be a problem. But everyone's all like, "Upset, upset! Whatever."
"Boy, you women. Always whining, whining," Stan Wawrinka pipes in from the other set of seats.
"The heck are you doing here already?" says Mugu.
"I just think it's illegal to play on grass, and if you have to play on grass, then you can't be allowed to ace everywhere," Wawrinka answers, gesturing wildly with his hands. "It's outrageous. And all that crowing from del Potro about wrist injuries. Yeah, right!"
"Dude," says David Ferrer. "Seriously?" Everyone mumbles agreement and Wawrinka begins absently reading his tattoo.
Muguruza settles into the second row of chairs and they fall silent. For a second.
"You know what I don't get," Grigor Dmitrov says. "Every year, they play this tournament at the rainiest time of the year, and are always surprised when we have delays. And instead of pushing it back, they just make us play more without rest. What do they expect? Don't the Americans have a saying about people doing the same thing and expecting different results?"
"They do," Ferrer says. "But are you referring to the organizers putting it on or the players who come?"
The ticket agent clears her throat. "Kvitova? Kvitova?"
"Yeah," she answers.
"Sorry, I need to put you on the next flight."
"What?" She shoots up from her chair.
The ticket agent shrugs. "We have another priority customer." The man in front of her turns around. It's Novak Djokovic.
The whole section of tennis players recoil.
"I don't want to talk about it!" he shouts.
The agent interrupts again. "I'm sorry -- I just heard that the flight has been delayed due to weather."
"Of course," Djokovic mutters. "Of course."