Friday Fashion Face-off***: French Open Worst-Dressed Award

(***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”

Confidence Crises

Finally!

On Sunday, Rafael Nadal finally won his first clay court title of the year–in fact, his first title on any surface this year.

And–finally–we have a new blog post! I have been remiss. Inexcusably so, but let me offer some excuses anyway. First, I was taking a novel-writing class, so I was spending my creative juices elsewhere.

And two, I just wasn’t feeling it. I wasn’t sure I had the bloggerly chops to tackle some bigger topics. I wasn’t sure the blog even mattered–to me or to anyone else. Out of nowhere, I was having a mini-crisis in confidence.

Which brings us back to Rafa. (You know everything eventually goes back to Rafa.) Continue reading “Confidence Crises”

A Sad Day for Cougar Tennis Fans

Noooooo!!!!!!!

That’s the cry heard around the world today as we learned that Rafa Nadal has finally gotten engaged to longtime girlfriend Xisca Perello. (Actually, he popped the question back in May, but they kept it secret until now…which is kind of weird.)

I haven’t been this distraught since Bjorn Borg married. Why do my tennis men forsake me?!

I’ll pull myself together and be back with our Worst-Dressed fashion face-off on Friday.

Friday Fashion Face-off: Australian Open’s Best Dressed Man

Can I rant for a minute? (Of course I can. It’s my blog.) I have a bill due on the 22nd. That’s Tuesday. Today is Friday, so four days away.

If I send my payment through my bank’s bill pay service, it won’t arrive until Wednesday. Five days for something that’s fully automated. If I sent it via snail mail, the post office would deliver my original handwritten check to its destination on Monday, Tuesday at the latest. Human beings can carry my piece of paper from Massachusetts to Delaware–for a mere 49 cents–faster than computers can electronically move the money.

Unless, of course, I want to pay extra. Then my bank can just about manage to keep up with the post office.

Meanwhile, in completely unrelated news this week, Bank of America posted record earnings for 4Q 2018. It’s enough to make me very cranky.

Let’s cheer ourselves up with some men in shorts. Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: Australian Open’s Best Dressed Man”

Ritual and Superstition

Bring up a mental image of Maria Sharapova when she’s in between points. What’s she doing? If you watch enough professional tennis, you know she has her back turned to the court and she’s fiddling with her racquet strings.

And Rafael Nadal before he serves? Even casual tennis fans are familiar with his elaborate pre-serve choreography–a tug on the shorts followed by an unvarying sequence of touches (left shoulder, right shoulder, nose, left ear, nose, right ear.)

What’s the point of these quirks? Are they just silly superstition? Continue reading “Ritual and Superstition”

Friday Fashion Face-off: U.S. Open Best-Dressed Man Award

The U.S. Open is well under way, which can mean only one thing. It’s time to pick our best-dressed man of the slam!

I thought choosing the best dressed for Wimbledon would be hard, what with the color restriction and all. But I’m actually finding this slam a bit tougher. No one is truly standing out for me, but we’ll just have to muddle through with what we have. Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: U.S. Open Best-Dressed Man Award”

Friday Fashion Face-off: Wimbledon Best-Dressed Man Award

For the first time, I’ve been dreading writing the Friday Fashion Face-off. How am I supposed to find best-dressed man nominees in a sea of white short-sleeve shirts and shorts? What a snooze-fest. But I guess this is why I make the big bucks.

I considered just nominating the four semi-finalists, but that would leave us with Rafa Nadal and three of the geekiest-looking guys on tour–John Isner, Kevin Anderson, and Novak Djokovic. (I’m a vegetarian, but Djokovic really needs to start eating some steak. Seriously anemic-looking.) Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: Wimbledon Best-Dressed Man Award”

Friday Fashion Face-off: The Greatest Match Ever Played

This year marks the 10th anniversary of the epic Nadal-Federer Wimbledon final, generally acknowledged to be the greatest match in the history of tennis. I haven’t seen enough matches to weigh in on that claim, but it was certainly a beaut. (For those interested in revisiting the match, the Tennis Channel will be airing a retrospective titled Strokes of Genius this Sunday, July 1 at 8 p.m. EST.)

As always with these two, it’s the clash of styles that made this battle so wildly entertaining. You have the Swiss gentleman, all smooth elegance and balletic grace, versus the Spanish upstart, all popping biceps and ripping power. With such a stark choice, it’s easy to pick a favorite, although the true tennis fan surely has to admire both men. Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: The Greatest Match Ever Played”

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