Tonight, Serena Williams and Maria Sharapova face off for the 22nd time in their careers. No doubt you already know that Serena hasn’t lost to Maria since 2004 and enjoys an impressive 19-2 record against the Russian. Continue reading “Serena vs. Maria, XXII”
Here in Massachusetts, as in much of the country, we’re heading into a stretch of sweltering days. With that in mind, we’re going to postpone the Worst Dressed poll and talk about the heat.
You already know that during exercise your core body temperature can rise by a couple of degrees. Your body copes with this increase by sweating. As the sweat evaporates, you cool down.
When humidity is high, the air is too saturated for your sweat to evaporate quickly. The higher the humidity, the hotter you’ll feel, and the more dangerous any given temperature will be.
How do you know when it’s too hot to play outdoors? You need to find out the heat index, or the “real feel” temperature, a combination of actual temperature and humidity.
Have we talked about obnoxious match celebrations before? I feel like we have, but I don’t want to scroll through my whole site to figure it out. Besides, we have new, fun material to talk about.
A number of weeks ago, everyone’s favorite love-to-hate player Nick Kyrgios threw some shade at a few of the game’s top stars. He called out Rafa Nadal for being “salty” and Fernando Verdasco for arrogance.
But he saved his best shade for Novak Djokovic:
“I just feel like he has a sick obsession with wanting to be liked. He just wants to be like Roger….This whole celebration thing that he does after matches, it’s like so cringeworthy. It’s very cringeworthy.”
Have you seen Djokovic’s celebratory ritual? I couldn’t help but laugh at Kyrgios’s characterization. Cringing describes my reaction perfectly.
And it’s not just me and Kyrgios. Djokovic’s ridiculous “I give you my heart” pantomime rubs other people the wrong way, too–so much so that someone coined a term for it: Boob throwing. Continue reading “Throwing Your Boobs”
Warm up your voting fingers, people. It’s time for another best-dressed poll!
The men couldn’t do much to jazz up their Wimbledon whites. What a snooze-fest. As usual, it’s up to the ladies to show them how it’s done. Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: 2019 Wimbledon Best-Dressed Woman”
Can it really be time for another best-dressed-at-a-slam award? Wimbledon comes fast on the heels of the French Open, all the more so when you’re writing a tennis blog.
We’re supposed to be voting on the men today, but every time I check out the men’s photos, my eyes glaze over. White shorts and white short-sleeve tee. White shorts and tee. White shorts and tee. It’s too boring for words.
There was a little red trim on Jo-Wilfried Tsonga’s outfit today. Let’s just call this one for him and move on to a more interesting face-off: the Ladies of the Royal Box.
From what I can glean from the tabloid covers, the two loveliest royals have been feuding lately over…well, I can’t imagine what. Who gets the fattest wardrobe budget? Who gets to wear the tallest tiara? What could they possibly have to complain about?
Actually, one of them will have something to complain about, because one of them is about to lose this poll. Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: Best Dressed Princess at Wimbledon”
The other day, one of my tennis buddies said to me, “Let me ask you this question because you know more about tennis than I do…”
I’ve lived long enough to know that nothing good ever comes from that set-up. My face-saving instinct kicked in right away.
“What?! No, I don’t know a lot. I just write about it and pretend I do.”
We had a chuckle and then she asked her question. Naturally, I didn’t know the answer. I’m not sure I even got the question–something about the difference between clay court and regular tennis shoes.
This is why you never set yourself up as the expert. You will be humiliated. Continue reading “Serving After the Tiebreak”
Any Andy Murray fans out there? After hip surgery and fearing he’d never be able to compete again, he’s back playing doubles on grass at Queens Club in England, a warm-up tournament to Wimbledon. I just happened to turn on the Tennis Channel–and there he is!
They’re still in the first set, so go turn it on!!!
(***Or, Tuesday Tennis Togs Take-down?)
Shame on me for letting our worst-dressed award day pass by without a poll. Saying I was busy is a poor excuse because snarking at fugly clothes should be my top priority, even more than improving my tennis game.
Let’s not waste any more time, then. Our nominees for worst-dressed player at the French Open are [drum roll]: Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off***: French Open Worst-Dressed Award”
Hurray for the second Friday of a slam, the day when we get to vote for the best-dressed woman! I’m so excited for today’s Fashion Face-off I haven’t even watched the Rafa-Roger semi yet. Is it over? Did it get rained out? Is Rafa still in contention for title #12?
No, don’t tell me! I’m going to watch it right after I post.
So here’s a strange thing. We have three stylish American nominees today…yet I wouldn’t wear a single one of these outfits. What’s my problem, anyway? I’m the same way with jewelry. I like it in the store. And I like it on other people. But I don’t like it on me. Weird, right? Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-Off: French Open 2019 Best-Dressed Woman”