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Why Pro Tennis Is Worth Watching

Bethanie Mattek-Sands

  • Bethanie Mattek-Sands

Tennis fans know it’s fun to watch the pros. The non-fans — the people who shell out for basketball and football and golf — are the ones we need to reach to keep world-class players coming back to Memphis for a tournament that could soon find itself looking for new sponsors.

In sports as in publishing, nobody promises you a long life. You adapt, play smart, and get some breaks or you die. The Regions Morgan Keegan Championships — there’s two companies that won’t have such a presence in Memphis a year from now — will soon be 40 years old. Elvis was still alive when this tournament got started. Without Cellular South, the women’s tournament is already title sponsorless.

Why watch, and what to watch if you do? A few suggestions.

The seats: The worst seat in the 4600-seat Stadium Court where the finals are played is comparable to the best seats at a football or basketball game. And in the early rounds three courts are in use. On a weekday before 5 p.m., you can easily get a seat in the front row at one of them.

The women: This is one of the few tournaments other than the four Grand Slams with both men’s and women’s draws. Watch Bethanie Mattek-Sands, a free spirit, creative dresser, and hell of a player who might be the best athlete in the women’s field. And, if this picture is any indication, she might have an interesting wardrobe malfunction or get jumped by a ball boy.

John McEnroe: I have mixed feelings about this one. He will play in a doubles exhibition Monday evening against Sam Querrey and James Blake. Exhibitions can be tedious, but McEnroe takes everything seriously, maybe too seriously. He made an ass of himself a few years ago in an exhibition here. But at 53 he is still competitive. When McEnroe was in his prime, doubles specialist Tim Gullikson once said the best doubles team in the world was “McEnroe and anyone else.”

Names don’t matter. Sure it would be nice to have Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal and French phantom Gael Monfils, but the men coming to Memphis are just a few shots a set from being in the Top Ten. Andy Roddick would probably have won four or five Grand Slams by now if he were not in such tough company.

Roddick’s Dive: The guy didn’t have to dive on match point in last year’s final. He was up a game and an ad. If he misses the shot it’s deuce. If he loses the next two points he goes into a tiebreaker. If he loses the match he goes home with a nice paycheck and a standing ovation. But he took a dive and made an incredible shot, and that says something about his heart as well as his skills.

Women’s doubles: They usually play one up at the net and one slugging crosscourts from the baseline. The only matches that bear any semblance whatsoever to the game played by club players.

The big serve is overrated. Hitting a 125-mile-an-hour serve is like dunking a basketball. Any pro can do it. Watch and see who hits a first serve on the line when the set score is 6-5 and it’s game point. That separates the winners from the losers.

The service return is underrated. Especially in doubles. The server is probably a giant. Or else the net man is probably a giant who moves like a cat and is waiting to jump on the return. They each know where the ball is going. The returner doesn’t, and has to pick a spot and hit it with velocity. Pretty tough.

The qualifying rounds: Best sports bargain in Memphis. Pros playing for their professional lives to get into the main draw.

Hawk Eye: The line cameras have been installed on the Stadium Court for all matches for the first time so players can challenge calls and spectators can see where the ball landed.

It’s February. March Madness is a month away. The NBA Playoffs are two months away. And that big Memphis-UT-Martin football game that has everyone talking is six months away. This is better.

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Andy Roddick Gave Memphis His Best Shot

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How do you top a diving forehand winner on match point in the third set of a championship final?

You don’t. Andy Roddick still says his layout last February was the best shot he has ever hit under the circumstances. Roddick, who is rehabilitating a hamstring injury but is scheduled to play in the Regions Morgan Keegan Championships in Memphis later this month, talked with Memphis reporters by conference call Thursday.

“Listen, there’s probably about 10% skill and 90% luck on that one,” he said. “I used all 90% of that luck. But it was a shot I certainly couldn’t believe at the time.”

It was voted the second best tennis shot of 2011, behind a Novak Djokovic forehand on match point against Roger Federer in the U.S. Open.

“If that’s not the number one shot for the year, I’ll never get it,” Roddick said.

He has played Memphis 12 years in a row, but this year is a little dicey.

“I haven’t hit a ball since Australia. We’ve just been working on different types of treatments trying to get it right. The MRI came back probably not as good as we were hoping. But I’m hoping to be hitting balls for the first time next Monday.”

Roddick said he didn’t watch all of the nearly six-hour Australian Open final last week but was as amazed as any fan by the quality of the tennis between Djokovic and Rafael Nadal.

“It almost looked like kind of the tennis you see when you play XBOX, where the guys really don’t get tired and they just hit whatever shot they want.”

In a separate call, John McEnroe talked about his upcoming exhibition doubles match in Memphis on February 20th. He’s over 50 but said that’s not that much older than the 30-somethings who dominate the men’s doubles tour.
McEnroe plays for keeps, as anyone who saw his angry outbursts during an exhibition at the Racquet Club a few years ago knows.

“People love tennis in Memphis. There is something about it that’s nice when you’re real close to people where you literally can everything, I mean, as long as they’re not hurling insults at you like I would get — not, of course, from the people of Memphis. Of course not. But they can really hear what I’m saying or what players are saying, and it’s sort of nice to have that sometimes, you know, for some of the players when they’re playing with some of these huge courts. I think Roddick’s only tournament win was there last year. I bet you some of it had to do with the rush from having the crowd close and them appreciating that he’s playing there.”

Playing, yes. Cursing and cutting up, no. Big difference.

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New Flyer Blog: A Fan’s Notes

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Blogs come and go, and come again.

A Fan’s Notes (the title of Frederick Exley’s memoir about fandom, Frank Gifford, and being a man) will be my take on sports, with an emphasis on racquet sports and occasional television spectacles that everyone is talking about like the Super Bowl.

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Inventing More Powerful Sports Equipment

Randy Stafford

  • Randy Stafford

If you watch the U.S. Open golf tournament this week or Wimbledon next week you will see plenty of 300-yard drives and 140-mph serves.

Part of that is due to the fitness level and strength training of modern athletes, and part is due to the changes in equipment. The driver that Arnold Palmer used is tiny compared to the oversized drivers that today’s pros and amateurs use. The same goes for tennis racquets. The wooden Dunlops and Donnays used by John McEnroe and Bjorn Borg 30 years ago had far less power than Roger Federer’s Wilson, which is lighter and a third bigger in the head.

One of the first tinkerers in sports equipment was Memphian Randy Stafford, former racquetball pro and owner of The Court Company. Like tennis, racquetball was radically changed by progressively bigger and more powerful racquets. Some of his old friends jokingly call Stafford “the anti-christ” because of the changes he wrought. This little essay by Stafford, who was 17 years old in 1972, is about goofing around, innovation, and the limitless future of the young as well as the sport he has played for 40 years.

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Borg Vs. McEnroe: When Tennis Came of Age

On the eve of Memphis’ big tennis tourney, Frank Murtaugh remembers when he caught racquet fever.

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Transformative Tennis: When the Game Grew Up

Bjorn Borg, John McEnroe, and Grandmom. It’s an easy “Who doesn’t belong?” exercise, but a trio connected from my earliest memories of tennis, now more than 30 years distant. It’s a trio I remember every year — like this week — when the ATP Tour makes its annual visit to The Racquet Club of Memphis.

My family spent three years in Southern California during my childhood, but my little sister and I would travel east for the summers, catching up on time lost with my maternal grandmother in Cleveland, Tennessee. Believe it or not, those summers made for a blissful, if dramatic, balance to the realm of Disneyland, beaches, and year-round pickup baseball I knew in Orange County. Best, of course, was the time we got to spend with Grandmom.

In the summer of 1980, Wimbledon caught my attention for the first time. Grandmom had cable television — which, at the time, meant 12 channels instead of three — so I was able to follow the build-up to what would be an epic championship match. Borg was the regal Swede, the personification of stoic grace, and aiming for a record fifth consecutive Wimbledon title. McEnroe was the crazy-haired, 21-year-old American prodigy, already a U.S. Open champ and dubbed “Super Brat” by the British tabloids for his on-court antics and language. (“You cannot be serious! You CANNOT be serious!!”) The contrast in personalities couldn’t be greater. NBC’s “Breakfast at Wimbledon” for the tournament’s final match may as well have been Ali-Frazier at Madison Square Garden.

My grandmother was an uncomfortable sports fan. By that I mean she would twist, flex, and groan as she watched a football game, her body language a mirror of what she saw on the field (or TV). She knew less about tennis than I did at age 11 but she took an interest in that 1980 Wimbledon showdown. She didn’t like McEnroe’s behavior, which made it easy for her to take a side … but more agonizing for her to watch the two stars play.

And what a title match they played. McEnroe, in boxing terms, floored the champion in the first set, winning 6-1. Borg rebounded, though, and took the next two sets. In the fourth (most memorable) set, McEnroe fought off five match points and won a tiebreaker, 18-16, to force a decisive fifth set. The great Borg was too much, though, winning the finale 8-6 for that fifth straight title. When tennis historians debate the greatest matches ever played, the 1980 Wimbledon championship is always in the conversation. And I never hear one of those conversations without thinking of my grandmother. (She died in 1983.)

If you watch the match today (yes, I have a tape), the rackets look too small. (So do the shorts, for that matter.) Borg is so stoic after every point, without a hint of emotion, up or down, first set or fifth. Modern players, however reserved, will at least grimace now and then, or offer a fist-pump after a game-clinching winner. Not Borg. As for McEnroe, he was entirely on his game for this battle. He was smart enough to know that wasted emotional energy would cost him with Borg across the net. (The rivals returned to the finals in 1981 and McEnroe defeated the five-time champ in what would be Borg’s last match on Wimbledon’s center court.)

Often lost to those tennis historians is the fact that McEnroe won the U.S. National Indoor Championship at The Racquet Club of Memphis just four months before he faced Borg at Wimbledon. (Recently named one of the 25 “coolest” athletes of all time by GQ, Borg won the very first Memphis title, in 1977.) I interviewed McEnroe in 2006 for Memphis magazine, and asked him about his memories from 1980 in Memphis. “It’s a perfect example of a club atmosphere,” he told me, “an intimate setting where the fans are close to you, a place where they knew the tennis, but they were excited because it wasn’t there all the time.”

My grandmother and I were excited about tennis 31 years ago, in part because “it wasn’t there [in her living room] all the time.” As the likes of Andy Roddick, Fernando Verdasco, and Juan Martin del Potro slug it out this week for the Regions Morgan Keegan Championship, I’ll take some comfort in how such a relatively simple game — one built around the personalities of its stars — closes the gap between generations. My grandmother might find the reflective lighting and blue courts at The Racquet Club jarring at first. But she’d recognize a great tennis match if she saw it.

NOTE: A book on the Borg-McEnroe rivalry, Epic, is being published by Wiley in April.