In that eternal tennis center
where immortals and unknowns,
injury and age wiped away,
white supremacy and patriarchy recalled and transcended,
gather to play forever, amid
churning legs and blurring rackets,
thundering serves and crackling backhands,
all matches scheduled for
what we know as September 11, 2021
4:00 pm Eastern Daylight Savings Time
so everyone may gather
round the Jumbotrons to view
and Emma Raducanu
it is never,
just about the tennis.
10 September 2021
Among my favorite annual rituals is attending the U.S. Open (tennis) on Labor Day weekend with Sean, Eric, and Elizabeth. Tricia is invited but declines. Some of my New York friends have even gone along when we had a spare ticket or two.
If you follow my posts here and on Facebook, which I know everyone does faithfully, you know my mantra: “It is never just about the tennis.”
Yesterday in Melbourne:
Wang Qiang defeated Serena Williams.
Coco Gauff defeated Naomi Osaka.
Ons Jabuer defeated Caroline Wozniaki in Wozniaki’s final match before retiring due to health reasons.
Sometimes, my friends, it is about the tennis.
The Until We Meet Again Tour played the US Open from Friday evening through Monday night, an exhausting and invigorating schedule. A number of friends and family members sat in during the appearance. The heart of the group was Sean and Eric. Great tennis was viewed. Good times were shared. The renovations at the Billie Jean King National Tennis Center were impressive. The new Grandstand became a favorite. It was good to see some matches in Louis Armstrong Stadium. Much food was consumed. The hamburgers came highly recommended and lived up to their billing.
After a day of work, the Until We Meet Again Tour appeared at Penn Station to pick up Eric who arrived to attend the US Open. We traveled to Sean’s apartment where we visited with the talented up and coming artist Henrik.