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So we’re halfway though the Australian Open and I have to admit something really, really obvious: I MISS ANDY RODDICK.
You may have noticed that Marin Cilic lost today to Andreas Seppi in five sets. Cilic even had a two sets to one led over the 28-year-old surfer look-alike. Before you ask, yes, Cilic is higher ranked than the blond Italian. Nine spots higher. He also had a 5-3 edge in their head-to-head before this […]
Lindsay, Amy, and Juan José have a back and forth about Maria Sharapova’s dominating run down under at the 2008 Australian Open.
An in-depth look back on Fernando González’ masterclass against Tommy Haas in the 2007 Australian Open semifinals.
Sometimes we forget that the best tennis match of the year should be the match with the best tennis, regardless of the round, tournament, or players involved. And it should have a certain level of excellence throughout, not just near the end or at the beginning. With that in mind, let’s take a look at Azarenka vs. Kerber at the WTA Championships.
The 1990 French Open final should be, at the very least, the reason why I love tennis. Why? Andrés Gómez won the match, and he comes from the same country I do, that little South American piece of land on the Equator that someone named “Ecuador” in an amazing display of creativity.
The likelihood of an Ecuadorian winning a Grand Slam in singles is very small. After all, most people in my country grow up loving a rather different sport: soccer. I love tennis, so I should love what Gómez did. Every shot of that final against Agassi should be ingrained in my memory. An Ecuadorian won a Grand Slam! How crazy is that?
There’s one small problem, though: on the biggest day for Ecuadorian tennis, June 10th, 1990, I was seven years old.
Lindsay and Juan José have the strange habit of looking at old tournament draws. Here is their back and forth about a very interesting event, the 2006 French Open.
The third set of the 2011 US Open final between Novak Djokovic and Rafael Nadal, as told in GIFs.
I want to tell you a happy story about a girl named Dinara Safina.
She was born on April 27, 1986 in Moscow, Russia. Her mother was a tennis coach and her father was the director of a tennis club and her older brother Marat, six years her senior, played tennis too.