Sunday, July 15, 2007

The Week After Wimbledon

The week following Wimbledon is always somewhat of a downer.

The WTA takes a break from the mad season of European ball to give most of its players a week off. Meanwhile, a few of the world's top stars were in action via Fed Cup - which included two exciting semifinal ties.

The ATP goes from the World of Whites at Wimbledon to the World of Obscure in Gstaad, Bastad and Newport.

There's always one saving grace of such a weird week: the Hall of Fame inductions in Newport. Yesterday, Pete Sampras and Arantxa Sanchez Vicario were welcomed in as the class of 2007.

Yet the biggest news of the week in the tennis world had to be from another former player, Miss Kim Clijsters. Or should I say, Mrs. Brian Lynch?

Though Barry MacKay drives me crazy as a commentator, you have to love Pete Sampras in this interview. Always humble, always well-spoken, and now, always a Hall of Famer. Congratulations Pete.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Beaming

The last couple days have been pretty good to me, and I can't help the glow I feel surrounded by.

First there was the news of SAM, the newest addition to my already gigantic family.

Then, (on a smaller scale, of course) I got the opportunity to write for Peter Bodo's blog on TENNIS.com called TENNISWORLD. This is probably the most well-read tennis blog on the internet, and having Pete suggest I write something and him actually posting it is an incredible honor. Check it out.

Is tomorrow really Friday the 13th? For some reason I feel like I'll enjoy this one.

Uncle Time

First Kim, now my sister Annie. After announcing her pregnancy this fall, my sister gave birth to a healthy 7-pound, 2-ounce baby girl, Samantha Ann, yesterday in Cincinnati, Ohio.


Not even a day old and she's already been blogged!

I'm thrilled for my sister and her husband about the baby, but more thrilled that they're all moving back to the MT in a few weeks to start their new lives. And though Annie and Kevin didn't plan it, Samantha Ann McCutcheon makes SAM in the World of Acronyms (WOA!). Meaning she's my favorite niece already.

Congrats Annie, Kevin and Sammy!

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Tennis Chatter

Kim Clijsters is preggers. At least she'll have one fan in this world, right?

James Blake is due to sign his new book Breaking Back at the Virgin Megastore in Union Square later today. Maybe I should go check it out?

Steve Tignor has his report cards all filled out from Wimbledon.

And Donald Young might be finally living up to his hype.

FRAMED at TENNIS.com

A new posting is up on the video section of TENNIS.com, FRAMED.

Check it out.

Friday, July 6, 2007

Cross Town, Cross Country

While the men and women of Wimbledon were doing their best to play through the wet weeks that have been particularly persistent this fortnight, I was dodging in and out of a few Northeast storms during my third week in New York City.

Upon my arrival in the city just over three weeks ago, I discovered that my sublet (arranged through our family friend, Meghan), wasn't exactly what I thought it to be. It turned out that Meghan was staying in New York for the summer, meaning I was bumped to the 'guest room' of the apartment.

Now, I'm okay with a little change-up, and Meghan has to be hands-down the nicest person I've ever met. However, a small room with no outside window, a single bed, no air conditioner and (as I found out on my last night there) a leaky ceiling...I felt as though I wanted my New York experience to be a little more high class. This was my summer in the city, right?


The sent rainwater dripping onto my pillow just inches from my head!

Therefore, I moved into a new place in the East Village, just one train ride (19 blocks, via the 6 Local) to work and three blocks away from my great friend Matt. The East Village is in Manhattan, and is a vibrant part of this cultured city.

After spending much of Wednesday and Thursday moving into my new place, I flew back to Seattle Thursday night for a wedding in Spokane that is happening tomorrow, Saturday. I've enjoyed my short time back in Seatown to see some good friends, tie up a few loose ends and get ready for my friend Laura's wedding.

Monday takes me back to NYC and the world of TENNIS Magazine. I hope that the internship will keep its bite post-Wimbledon and one such event to help that will be the Hall of Fame Induction we're attending next Saturday, in Newport, R.I.

Until then, my thoughts and prayers are with Annie, Kevin and Tiny...who are ready for their adventure together any day now! Love you all.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Clip of the Week: They Love Their Tennis

I've found that advertisers are pretty in love with the game of tennis - especially when it comes to television commercials.

In the near future, we're going to put up a post on TENNIS.com of the best and worst tennis commercials of the recent past. There are commercials that include pro players themselves, and also the ones that solely use tennis as an avenue to advertise.

This clip is of the latter category. Make sure to turn your volume up full blast while watching this one. Enjoy!



Tennis - particularly women's tennis - has long been known for its grunts. Monica Seles gets a lot of the credit for being the first two-toner, but the Williams sisters and Sharapova have assured that the new generation of the game hit hard and stay loud.

Marketers are smart to use this aspect of the game because above everything else, it remains rather comedic. I especially love the player slapping the sound guy for trying to stick the microphone up her skirt and the growing Mob of Microphones (MOMs, if you please). Classic.

More Backcourt

My second post of The Championships on Backcourt.

Check it out.

Monday, July 2, 2007

Bye, bye Bud

Will we miss him?

Hmmm, that's hard to say.

The Story of Dani and Serena

Daniela Hantuchova and Serena Williams never played with each other on the playground when they were kids. It wasn't that the two of them didn't get along, it's just that they had other friends, other interests, other ways to entertain themselves.

But on Monday, the two met on tennis' ultimate playground: Centre Court at Wimbledon.

Serena treated her new-found friend Daniela well for the first ten games, letting her win three while taking a 6-2, 1-1 lead.

"You're fun to play with, Dani!" Serena shouted, skipping across the baseline twirling her big hoop earrings underneath a new haircut.

Dani smiled, she wasn't quite sure what to say back to that; she's always been the shy one on the playground, quiet and reserved.

When the rains came, the two polite girls scurried inside for snacks and a nap.

"I love snack time!" Serena screamed, passing Dani at the water fountain.

Dani eyed the food inside the cafeteria. "I think I'll just go to the quiet area and take a nap," she said timidly. "I'm not very hungry."

Being forced from the playground isn't something any kid likes - especially Dani and Serena. Serena's mom played with her hair while Dad talked about 'playground tactics'.

Serena's eyes glazed over.

"I just love to play, Daddy!"

And soon enough, she was playing again. But when the two returned to the playground, Dani's nap-time proved more fruitful than Serena's snacking.

Soon, Serena's bouncy and cheery disposition turned a cool gray.

"She stole my pencil!" Serena said, stamping her foot in front of Kader Nouni, the playground monitor.

Dani's a sensitive girl and Serena's accusations hurt her feelings. Soon her 5-2 lead disappeared as fast as her cart of chocolate milk does on Tuesdays; it was 5-5.

Then Dani served not one, but two serves into the ground, the ball barely making its way to the net.

Serena thought this to be very funny. "Oh Dani!" She yelled. "You should stick to tether ball!"

Just then, with Serena's body shaking with laughter, she seemed to laugh too hard and her leg began hurting very, very bad.

"Bring her the ice pack!" Kader yelled.

"I hate getting hurt on the playground," Serena squeaked through the tears, getting her pretty white dress covered in dirt and grass.

All Dani could do was watch. She always looks so unsure on the playground.

Just then it began raining again, as if Serena's tears were falling from the sky.

Serena hobbled to the nurse's office with her ice pack. She wanted to call her mom to take her home.

Dani looked blankly up at the sky. She still seemed confused.

And a couple hours later, when the two returned again to the playground, Serena was wearing band-aids on both legs. She couldn't walk very well.

"Are you okay Serena?" Dani asked.

But Serena didn't respond. She didn't seem like she was in a playful mood. She looked scared.

And so Dani did all she could to help Serena feel better. She hit the yellow ball right to her some times, other times she hit it softly. Sometimes Dani would feel so bad she couldn't even hit it in the playground, so she hit it out instead.

Dani's parents glared at her from over the fence: they thought their daughter was better than this with her peers.

Meanwhile, Richard, Serena's tall dad was jumping up and down, waving his arms. He seemed to think Dani was a great friend to Serena - he gave her thumbs up.

Soon, with Serena up 3-2, she asked for the bathroom pass from Kader. "No, Serena, it's Dani's turn to serve."

"But I really have to go," Serena squirmed, crossing her legs and dancing the I-have-to-go-to-the-bathroom dance.

"Keep playing," Kader said.

But Dani didn't understand. Why can't Serena have the bathroom pass when she wanted it? And so she did her best to help hurry Serena to the bathroom. Hitting more soft shots. More out shots. More shank shots.

"You can use the bathroom now, Serena," Kader cooed at 4-2.

"I don't have to go anymore!" Serena chirped. She skipped around the playground, waving to her big sister Venus who was on the jungle gym.

"I love this playground Venus!" Serena yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Careful Serena," Dani called, looking concerned. "Your band-aids are about to fall off your boo-boos!"

Serena looked blankly at Dani and started giggling.

"Oh, Dani," she whispered to herself.

And then, the recess bell rang, and it was all over. Serena waved more to her family, obviously excited about the lollipop awaiting her in the nurse's office.

Dani looked her in the eyes as they walked off the playground.

"But I thought we were friends, Serena," she said.

"We've never been friends Dani," Serena replied. "And anyway, this is Wimbledon."