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What does it mean when someone keeps giving your tennis outfit side-eye? Can’t be good, right? But I was wearing a white top and peachy orange skirt. What’s wrong with that?
Nothing, that’s what. I looked perfect. Woman needs to get her eyes checked.
Speaking of looking perfect, feast your eyes on our best-dressed woman nominees for the 2020 US Open… Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: Best-Dressed Woman at the 2020 US Open”
The plaintive calls have become impossible to ignore: “We need a Fashion Face-off!”
Actually, only two people said that, but I think we can safely assume these desperate voices represent just the tip of the iceberg. So let’s steer this titanic blog into the perilous waters of men’s tennis fashion, shall we? Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: Best-Dressed Man, 2020 US Open”
This morning, my husband, daughter and I were puttering around the kitchen, each of us foraging for breakfast and wearing that glass-eyed, slack-jawed expression that I’ve come to call Quarantine Face. Quarantine Face is what you get after far too many hours looking at the same walls with far too many hours still to go. A whole day’s worth of hours stretching out ahead of you, only broken up with food and dog walks.
But not even dog walks today because it’s raining and my dog detests the rain.
So…just food then. Continue reading “My Review of “Different Strokes””
“How’s that three-posts-a-month resolution coming?” snarked a so-called friend the other day. Okay, I’ve fallen a little short on that, but in my defense, coronavirus. I mean, how can I be expected to work under these conditions?
Fortunately, there are writers out there who are way more professional than I am, writers who wouldn’t let a global pandemic stand in the way of quality tennis prose. One such writer is Cecil Harris whose work has appeared in The New York Times, USA Today, and many other publications.
Cecil has just come out with his new book, Different Strokes: Serena, Venus, and the Unfinished Black Tennis Revolution. As you might surmise from the title, it’s about the Williams sisters and other black tennis players, the strides they’ve made, and how much farther there is to go to achieve true equality in the sport we love. Continue reading “Serena’s Slam Quest”
Have no fear. I didn’t forget about the worst-dressed Australian Open players, as much as I might like to. There really were some doozies this year, although I suspect our first nominee will run away with this thing. Continue reading “Australian Open Worst Dressed, with Bonus Academy Award Poll”
I’m trying to catch up on my New Year’s resolution to write at least three posts a month. Today’s post counts toward January’s total. Am I allowed to do that? Of course I am. It’s my blog.
The ladies at this year’s Australian Open runway didn’t disappoint. Nobody blew me away, mind you. But it was a respectable showing for the year’s first Slam. Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: Australian Open Best-Dressed Woman”
Yup, I know. It’s Sunday, not Friday. Not only that, but this Best-Dressed Man post should have run nine days ago, not two. What can I say? Disorganization is part of my overall charm.
So without further ado, let’s get to our nominees… Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: Australian Open Best-Dressed Man”
Could I be turning into a Nick Kyrgios fan?
Not of his tennis—I was always a fan of that. But of him as a person. The temperamental Aussie may be finally winning me over.
I imagine he’s won over quite a number of people recently. You’ve probably heard of his pledge to donate $200 for every ace he hits during the Australian tennis season to support victims of his country’s devastating wildfires. That’s a hefty pledge for someone who serves as many aces as Kyrgios does.
Under that brash exterior lies a heart of gold. Meanwhile, I sit behind my iPad snarking about everybody’s clothes. Kyrgios is putting me to shame. Continue reading “Aces for Australia”
There are two types of people. Those who like New Year’s resolutions and those who don’t.
I’m firmly in the camp of resolvers. I love envisioning a new and improved version of me, one in which I’m flossing religiously and filing all my paperwork away and running 10Ks and drinking juiced kale for breakfast. That me is friggin’ awesome. Continue reading “My Tennis Resolutions”
Have you forgotten our new vocabulary word already? Gongoozling means to be a spectator. (It also means something else which is NOT the subject of this post.) Go retake our vocab quiz if you need a refresher.
My (now frozen) shoulder still has me sidelined, so instead of playing yesterday, I gongoozled. I couldn’t watch my own team—they were playing an away match and I didn’t have time to make the trip. Instead, I watched one of my club’s other teams play its home match. Such inspiring tennis!
Here’s something I noticed yesterday, and not for the first time. I was talking quietly with another gongoozler when I overheard someone say, “Oh, wow—great shot.”
I looked back to the court, but of course I’d missed the whole thing. “No matter,” an inane voice in my head piped up. “I’ll just rewind it.” Continue reading “Gongoozling in the Digital Age”