Okay, so some fast and furious, down and dirty musings on the “Super Sunday” sunday before Labor Day goings on at the Open.
GASQUET: Caught him playing but it was more of a workaday match.
TURSY/BERDYCH: Big hitting match. Big Russian contingent there to cheer on Dima. Boy, do they have big serves.
SANTORO-DECHY/YOUNG-WEINHOLD: This almost looked like parents playing with kids, if there had been any resemblence whatsoever between the foursome (can’t imagine a more different looking group of people.) this was fun though, and made me wonder: would I rather sit in the very front, just 10 feet or so away from the court, and watch mixed doubles all day over sitting in the upper deck of Arthur Ashe watching Sharapova, Blake et. al. Answer: Probably about 80 percent of the time. After we took our nosebleed seats for Sharapova’s match, I found myself grumpily wishing for some more dubs on Court 9.
SHARAPOVA- LIKHOVTSEVA (I’ll fix the spelling later): Boring, boring match. Maria is dressed like an iceskater out of Star Trek, next generation. Her “little black dress” has an open back and a weird, circular sequined collar. She is wearing a matching bow in her hair! Stop making tennis outfits into costumes, people! anyway, provided some distraction from boring, blow out match.
BLAKE/MOYA – My bro in law swears that Moya is Kurt Russell’s son. This is the wierdest thing I ever heard. We have 20 bucks riding on it, but I haven’t proven him wrong —- yet! I got into this match after a while, which is good considering it also lasted until 12:30 a.m. Wierd thing – where is the J-Block? It was really just 6 guys in the front and 5 teenage kids with “G O (space) J B” on their collective chests. The crowd was definitely pulling for Blake most of the time, but started cheering a bit more for Moya after he took the third set.
Not too many good ones – this place is too big, and the security is too good, to have any real hidden tips.
The SOUTH GATE is much, much less crowded. The line by the Metro stations extends for a football field, while the South Gate (near the big globe) had NO LINE.
DO NOT EAT THE SAUSAGE SANDWICHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is the most important tip you will receive. I thought, for some dumb reason, it would be like my dad’s yummy Italian Sausage sandwiches (crusty roll, roasted peppers, delish seasonings) but instead got something that made me think of ground up guinea pig (yes, I know it’s the national dish of Peru, and probably quite good, but anyways) I knew it was a mistake after my first bite, but chose to ignore the fact out of hunger and boredom (Sharapova match, remember?) So the thing kept my up ALL NIGHT trying to puke but unable to. Yes, it was gross, but I just really want everyone to stay away from those SANDWICHES!
Sneaking into the lower promenade is not really doable until late into the second match in the Arthur Ashe night session. Security is really good. But late into the third set, you should be okay.
That’s it for now! Now I’m off for another day of tennis. Looking forward to Safin -r Rochus (I think mighty mouse is going to be victorious) and I’ll try to catch more Santoro in dubs action. The Mauresmo/Serena night match in Ashe will hopefully be much less boring than Ms. Oksana’s was last night.