By Bill Simons

Every year we go to Paris.

Every year we’re inspired.

Time and again we find ourselves musing on its mystery.

Paris is poetry.

Now, again, the great capital has been struck a brutal blow. Chaos and horror.

Still, amidst the insanity, the Seine flows quiet, free of blood.

While ruinous rubble clutters, memories remain.

The magic of this place defies the evil explosions of twisted intent. Our joys, our delights, refuse to be denied.

Here is our 2004 appreciation of this haven for lovers, this town of wonder – this place they call Paris.


The city knows – ancient and true.

Time tested, weather wise.

Towering cathedrals

Totter, centuries old.

Silent walls inform.

Endless apartments, laced with iron,

Stand sturdy, guarded by flittering curtains,

Bleached tired by too many days of thankless duty.

This town celebrates its night.

Midnight lovers whisper their secrets of glee.

Still Paris embraces the morning

The sun kisses one,

Then a thousand alleys.

Bumpy backstreets carved crooked

Lanes relentlessly twisting upon themselves.

Here the backpacker

Fresh from distant adventures

Strides past a homeless heap.

Beneath the untouchable’s blanket

Another saga of loss.

But, too, there is triumph…

Paris’ heady boulevards revel in their giddy swirl

Cobblestone chic.

As pinstriped CEOs craft their MBA deals

Galleries define style.

The Champs-Élysées splashes color, breezy bright.

Runways and riches shamelessly tease our desire,

Demanding their day.

The Armani man stands elegant,

His chatty lady scented sweet.

Such glowing trophies, a flawless brood

Free of taint or stain.

Still, the river runs murky green,

A thousand wine-stained cafes

Welcome the weathered poet,

Solemn sage – martyr or madman –

Pilgrim of the spirit.

Saddened soul – empty, near defeat –

Bravely stiffens to endure.

So, tell me your tale of tattered dreams,

Unmask your sadness – wander free –

Fear’s but a rowdy intruder.

Reveal your fate

Your solitary secret – those numbing losses

Tempered by time’s touch.

Always the pain – still, memories enrich

While Paris’ mystery remains –

Glittering bride, weary mistress

Every temptress flaunts her allure

With singsong words that dance, then scold –

The muse’s message.

For this city, ancient and true, knows.

Destinies unfold,

Quiet journeys going nowhere

And everywhere

Only our fragile dreams can imagine.

Justine Time: Remembering the Great Henin

The petite Belgian Justine Henin was nominated today along with Marat Safin and Helena Sukova for induction into the International Tennis Hall of Fame. Here’s our appreciation of the stylish and fierce competitor, which we wrote when she retired in June 2008. 

By Bill Simons

Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in a world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it.

Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion.

Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare.

Impossible is potential.

Impossible is temporary.

It was a stunning victory in ‘04. Little Justine Henin-Hardenne brought down mighty Lindsay Davenport in the Pacific Life Open final, all of which prompted me to ask her about her famous grit.

“Does it help that you have such a fighting spirit?” I wondered.

“Oh, it does,” Justine responded. “I’m a better fighter than in the past. I know that for me impossible is nothing.”

Little did we know that this seemingly modest “impossible is nothing” comment would soon resonate around the world. In fact, adidas called on super athletes Ali, Beckham, Ronaldo and Tim Duncan and juxtaposed them with their slightly defiant slogan to launch a worldwide campaign. On TV or the net, in Paris subways, on huge Asian billboards, with soccer icons or the gods of track and field, “Impossible Is Nothing” became the company’s answer to Nike’s “Just Do It” mantra.

Appropriately enough, few athletes embodied the “Impossible Is Nothing” ethos more than Henin. Tennis famously showcases performers with an extraordinary mix of guts and (“I will not be denied”) ferocity. One thinks of Connors, McEnroe, Billie Jean, Seles and Steffi. But right there with the spunkiest of them is the Little Lady of Leige, whose career was nothing if not a splendid, far too brief, passion play.

Tightly wound, perpetually elusive, glitz-free and more than driven, time and again the severe dynamo, armed with her bilingual, “Allez – C’mon” call to action, bounced back from heart-wrenching personal loss, testy on-court episodes and inexplicable maladies to bring the giants of the game to their knees. Serena, Sharapova, Lindsay, Venus and Capriati might bristle, but truth be told, the sling-shotting Justine brought fear to the eyes of the Goliaths of this game.

Now, once again, the Belgian has shaken tennis. On the eve of the French Open, where she hasn’t lost since ‘04, Henin announced that, at the age of 25, she would become the first player to ever retire at No. 1.

In a relentlessly stressful sport, where bombshell retirements are the norm, we were handed the most stunning I’m-out-of-Dodge pink slip since Borg exited in ‘82 at age 26. Now women’s tennis – which of late has lost Seles, Capriati, Clijsters and Hingis – will be without the 5-foot-5, 126-pound mighty-might who was certainly one of the best pound-for-pound players in history.

A dazzling dynamo, Henin brought to court the most beautiful signature shot in women’s tennis — an explosive (“where does she get such coil?”) one-handed twist-’n-blast backhand, which she could roll over, slice low or hit flat with a gun-slinging confidence that rarely wavered – even at crunch time.

A fitness fanatic, who loved marathon matches and chess-master tactical battles, Henin was maddeningly consistent and a bold basher who could out-scramble, out-slide and out-think all the bigger girls on the playground.

Beyond this, it was her ferocious drive that fueled her to seven Grand Slams wins, a 117-week reign as No. 1, and almost 20 million dollars in prize money. But now her seemingly deep well appears empty.  All those years of battle took their toll.

From the beginning, more than any tennis champ that comes to mind, emotion was her drug. As a 10-year-old tomboy, her mother took her on a soak-it-all-in pilgrimage to Roland Garros, where the wide-eyed kid famously proclaimed, “One day I will play here, and I will win.”

Then, just two years later, her beloved mom died of cancer. Soon there was a painful estrangement from her dad and siblings, who, according to JH, “refused to understand my ambitions and determination to become a top player. They did not understand the time and dedication it takes and they hurt me very much.”

Henin quickly bonded with Carlos Rodriguez, who would become her details-matter coach and refuge; her surrogate father and wise life-guide. In an “ova’s rule” era of Big Babe Tennis, the Argentine crafted Justine into a hard-hitting, against-the-grain winner who combined quick-step footwork, astounding versatility on all surfaces and an uncanny ability to transition from defense to offense. He not only got Justine to ratchet up her serves, jump into her returns and charge the net, but through countless trials and trauma he was her emotional rock. For 12 years, he was by her side for her sweetest moments, like when she won her beloved Roland Garros for the first time in ‘03 and confided, “My mom gave me all the energy I needed to win this match. When I woke up this morning, I said, ‘You have to win. You have to do it for your mom.’”

So, too, when Henin was tossed asunder by pounding storm waves, Carlos calmed the waters. When she was sidelined for almost all of ‘04 with a career-threatening virus, he was by her side. When she battled fellow Belgians who Justine said were mere “co-workers, but it stops there,” he was her loyal backer. At the ‘03 French Open, she was ridiculed for an outbreak of nasty, win-at-all-costs gamesmanship against Serena, which prompted S.L. Price to write that Justine “went from being tennis’ Heartbreak Kid to Machiavelli in a skirt.” No big deal, Rodriquez remained as true as Tonto. And then there was his steed’s most infamous moment. Deep into the ‘06 Aussie Open final, Henin was being thumped by Amelie Mauresmo when she claimed injury and forfeited the match, thereby denying the Frenchwoman the sweetness and glory of an unfiltered victory. It all seemed like a graceless, “no mas” implosion and prompted Pam Shriver to note that Justine “has been one of the great warriors. [But] my respect level [for her] has disintegrated…Henin’s reputation is tarnished forever.”

Despite a no-frills, often cautionary mindset that held all her hurts deep within, the tough cookie was embraced in her native Belgium. When she reached the Wimbledon finals, Belgium’s prime minister, prince, princess, deputy prime minister and ambassador all went to England, a development that prompted Stan Hey to conclude, “It would be a good day for invading this small country, if you had that in mind.”

Of course, Henin did precious little to brand herself as a cuddly star. There were no appearances on Leno, no TV ads with little puppies or Jelena Jankovic-like, giddy quips. She was always straight forward and brutally honest. After playing Hingis one day, she bluntly said, “I had a little bit of trouble on the return. It’s never easy for me to return against a player who’s serving pretty slowly.”

It’s sad to say, but here in America, the bright Belgian was less than a household name. So it was hardly surprising that when she won the U.S. Open, the big-cheese exec who forked over her $1 million check called her “Christine.” Plus, Justine always bristled at the notion that she might be envious of sizzle-queen Anna Kournikova.

“Kournikova is unapproachable,” she contended. “What should I be envious of? Her body? Her income? Her boyfriends? No thanks. I won’t exchange anything with her. I feel good the way I am. I don’t need a boyfriend every week. I’m serious and try to keep certain principles, to be generous and loyal and loved. I don’t drink and I hate discos.”

She hated losing, too. And last year she rarely descended from the summit. After navigating a painful divorce, she bypassed the ‘07 Aussie Open, then again won Roland Garros. True, she suffered a tough loss in the Wimbledon semis to the unheralded Marion Bartoli, but then she was unstoppable as she won Toronto, the U.S. Open, Stuttgart, Zurich and the year-end WTA Championship. En route, Henin reconciled with her siblings, but not her father, and said she had put her troubles behind her.

Tennis famously showcases performers with an extraordinary mix of guts and (“I will not be denied”) ferocity…[and] right there with the spunkiest of them is the Little Lady of Leige whose career was nothing if not a splendid, far too brief passion play.

Tightly wound, perpetually elusive, glitz-free and more than driven, time and again the severe dynamo, armed with her bilingual, “Allez – C’mon” call to action, bounced back from heart-wrenching persnal loss, testy on-court episodes and inexplicable maladies.

“People will think I’m still young, but in life there are no rules. I’ve invested enormously in my sport. Since I was five, I’ve only lived for that. I’m without aany regrets because it’s brought me emotions, images that are engraved on my heart.” At last, she was looking to a bright future and spoke of feeling joy, not just pride. After all, Rodriguez had challenged her: “Come on, let’s show what you are to people. Don’t put a wall in front of you. Now she’s here.”

But that’s not all. Rodriguez had one other little matter in mind — history. “I told her, ‘You have a chance to be the champion of champions, the player who wins 10 to 13 Slams’…But it’s up to her.”

But ‘07 proved to be too daunting an act to follow. There was no oxygen left. “It’s been tough for me since the beginning of the season, but I understand why,” she conceded. “What I did last year was pretty amazing…I knew it was going to take some time to realize and accept everything that happened.”

And, ultimately, Henin couldn’t sustain the hottest streak in women’s tennis in nearly 20 years. This season she was embarrassed by Sharapova in the Aussie Open quarters, lost to journeyman Francesca Schiavone in Dubai, was crushed in Miami by Serena 6-2, 6-0 and lost to Dinari Safina in Berlin.

Some might claim a bum right knee was to blame. But Justine was candid about her lack of confidence and said she played “without courage.” “I’m human and I’m hurt and sometimes humans fail…I’ve been driving my career based on emotion. But I don’t feel that emotion anymore since [last year’s season-ending championships in] Madrid.”

Unsparing critics might suggest that in an odd, perhaps unfair way, Justine’s sudden departure from the game was suggestive of when she suddenly pulled up stakes against Mauresmo. Certainly, fans would have preferred if Henin, who won 41 singles titles and the Olympic gold, had simply taken a break to re-charge.

Instead, Henin was unwavering. Poignant and trying to hold on to her emotions, she told the media, “This is the end of a child’s dream… I am leaving the world No. 1… It is always better to go out at the top. I leave without any regrets.”

True, Henin is exiting the game as one of the best ever to never win Wimbledon. But so what, she insisted: “Winning Wimbledon would not have made me any happier. I didn’t feel I was capable of winning there. I stopped before Roland Garros [which she could have taken for the fourth straight time] because I asked myself if I could produce a better result than last year and I realized I couldn’t…I started thinking about it late last year…People will think I’m still young, but in life there are no rules. I’ve invested enormously in my sport. Since I was five, I’ve only lived for that. I’m without any regrets because it’s brought me emotions, images that are engraved on my heart…So, there is a page that turns today…[and it is] more like a release…a look toward the future…I have arrived at the end of the road, I lived everything, gave everything, and I have my head held high.”

But Henin’s certainty didn’t stop the instant speculation of whether – like Borg, Billie Jean, Becker, Davenport and others – she would eventually “un-retire.” So the speculation has already begun: is it possible that “The Little Justine That Could” will return to the game?

All we can say is “Impossible Is Nothing.”

Simon Says: The New Man for the Women’s Game


By Bill Simons

Just after being named to succeed Stacey Allaster as the WTA Tour’s CEO, industry veteran Steve Simon spoke with IT Publisher Bill Simons. The humble and widely-respected Simon – who was a teaching pro, shop owner, shoe promoter and then the BNP Paribas Open’s tournament director – talked about his vision for the WTA, Venus Williams’s boycott, equal prize money, globalization and the many injuries on the tour, and admitted he didn’t speak Italian. 

INSIDE TENNIS: When do you start as CEO?

STEVE SIMON: As of about ten minutes ago. [Laughs.] I have a little bit to get caught up on. 

IT: Will you move to Florida?

SS: I’ll relocate to St. Pete [St. Petersburg, FL].

IT: So, in light of the US Open final, how’s your Italian?

SS: [Laughs.] I’m going to have to learn my Italian, that’s for sure. I struggle with English. [Laughs.] But I’ll brush up on my Italian in order to be able to speak to the girls.

IT: Talk about taking over as the WTA chief.

SS: I’m humbled and excited. I’m drawn to the challenge associated with the pursuit of excellence and innovation and experience, and I want to bring all that to the WTA and build upon the success that’s already in place. 

IT: The US Open women’s final sold out ahead of the men’s for the first time. We saw a woman [Eva Asderaki] in the chair at the US Open men’s final. What’s the key thing that women’s tennis brings?

SS: It brings, as you said, entertainment. Women’s pro tennis is interesting. It’s one of the few women’s pro sports that translates to all demographics and audiences. The US Open results reflect that. It was compelling tennis for two weeks and ended up with a final that people really embraced. It was fun, it was entertaining, the people saw the personalities of the young ladies. Fans truly enjoyed and found it refreshing.

IT: Obviously, Serena is not going to play the rest of the season. In terms of charismatic players, Li Na has retired, Maria Sharapova hasn’t played a full match since Wimbledon, and now young Genie Bouchard is having serious concussion troubles. Do you think there’s an issue now with the most charismatic players retiring or going through tough times or injuries?

SS: Clearly, Serena would love to be in Singapore. Was it her desire? I haven’t spoken to her yet, but I’m sure it wasn’t her desire to not be playing the rest of this year. It’s obviously a long year and she’s getting back her health and we’ll certainly miss her in Singapore. But Singapore is going to be a very exciting championships. We’ll have the chance to crown a new world champion this year. It’s going to be a great show and we’re excited.

IT: The ATP chief Chris Kermode was pretty strong in his criticism of [Andy] Murray possibly missing the ATP Championships in London, but [WTA President] Micky Lawler said that Serena’s health is the first priority. Different takes in different situations. Do you agree with Lawler that Serena should just take care of her health, or are you going to somehow encourage her to try and play Singapore?

SS: No, Serena has to do what Serena feels is in her best interests, if she needs the time off, which is what she’s indicated, to get healthy. We want a healthy Serena for 2016. Like I said, we’re certainly going to miss her in Singapore. We wish she was going to be there. But if she’s not right and not healthy, you can’t go on court unless you’re right and ready to go.

IT: What do you say to people who claim there should not be prize equality when the women play best of three sets [at the Slams] and the men give entertainment over five sets?

SS: Look, the equality issue is beyond reproach. We live in a world where equality should be respected to the utmost. There’s no difference here. The differences with respect to three- and five-set matches is not the major issue. It is all about things being equal and putting the product on the court, and the girls have done a good job living up to that.

IT: There’s been so much globalization in tennis, The BNP Paribas Open almost went offshore. In the past twenty months we’ve seen American Todd Martin become the head of the International Tennis Hall of Fame, former USTA president Dave Haggerty become the ITF head, and now you’re going to head the WTA. All these Americans. What does that say in this environment? What does it say about America and its place in tennis?

SS: America has always had a strong place in the game. The game though is an international game and business, one of the most international sports that’s out there. What it reflects is that obviously Americans are strong in tennis. But these positions are being filled, not so much based upon where somebody has resided or on the basis of their geography or nationality. It’s done based on their experience and the contributions that can be brought to the respective organizations.

IT: With former WTA chiefs Larry Scott and Stacey [Allaster] there was a real focus on the Asia-Pacific market. Will you be rethinking that?

SS: It’s premature to get too far into that yet. Obviously it has been a growing part of the business. Just about every organization has seen the Asia-Pacific region as a huge opportunity for growth. We certainly have seen some of that through tennis, which has been terrific. We will be looking at our overall business and how Asia-Pacific continues to fit into that and how we maximize the opportunity without over-saturating it as well. Those are all things to be looked at.

IT: You’ve been around back to the days of Billie Jean King, and you’ve seen generation after generation emerge. Do you think the game does a good job at bringing new talents, and new story lines? Does it reinvent itself?

SS: Absolutely. The game does, sport does. You see it everywhere. There’s always going to be the new stories and personalities that are going to come and be a part of all of this, and the history. Tennis has gone through many evolutions, and it’s going to go through another one here before long, on both the WTA and ATP sides. There’ll be another set of great champions.

Everything is cyclical, and there’re new generations that’ll be coming through. It will be exciting.

IT: Has there been any other player-athlete who has had more impact on a single sport than Billie Jean King in her early creation of the WTA, and her pushing and promoting it? 

SS: It’s a very special story. The WTA and women’s pro tennis was built based upon Billie Jean’s leadership as well as the Original 9 that all stepped up with her to bring pro tennis to the women’s game. That should always be celebrated and respected. That heritage and her contribution to the game is beyond reproach.

IT: In a similar vein, we’ve seen these two girls emerge out of the same house in Compton, CA to revolutionize tennis. What’s been the impact of Venus and Serena and has there ever been a sports story like theirs?

SS: Their impact on the game has been amazing. They brought another level of athleticism to the game. That athleticism, it’s helped transform tennis and is part of the game we see today. They’ve played huge roles. You have one player, in Venus, who’s been an unbelievable champion and just celebrated her 400th win on the tour, which is an amazing feat in itself, and you have her sister, Serena, who is in the discussion as to possibly be one of the greatest players who ever played. You have that factor. Their impact on the game has just been tremendous and extremely positive. 

IT: Your predecessor Stacey [Allaster] said that Serena coming back to the BNP Paribas Open was her Martin Luther King moment. Does that resonate? Do you think that was a special moment in recent WTA history?

SS: It was a great moment. It was great to have Serena back playing at one of the, if not the, premiere events on the WTA Tour. You want your best players at your best events. It was great to welcome her back and it was very positive for all involved.

IT: Will you encourage Venus to end her boycott and go back to the BNP Paribas next year?

SS: Yes, I hope she does consider coming back to Indian Wells. She would be embraced just like Serena was this past year. Hopefully she will give that some consideration and be back before she finishes her career.

IT: Was Adidas your start? Did you work with J. Wayne Richmond, [Charlie] Hoeveler, David Brewer and Bill Closs?

SS: I was recruited to Adidas by J. Wayne Richmond and worked at the Clossco for Bill Closs and company. J. Wayne Richmond was the one who hired me to work at the company.

IT: Did you sell Stan Smith shoes?

SS: [Laughs] I didn’t sell them, I gave them away. I was on the promo side.

IT: It’s no secret that you were interested in the position of ATP chief when that opened up. Did going through that in some way help you in talking with the WTA?

SS: They were different situations. I was part of that ATP process and it was certainly a positive experience. But you learn from every experience, and you channel it away, and it helps you in the future when something similar comes on up. There’s nothing like experience.

IT: Did you speak with Larry Ellison or Billie Jean King or Stacey Allaster or any other prominent people in the industry as this selection process went on?

SS: You always speak to the people that you trust, and talk about the things that are forthcoming and help you make a good decision. I’ll keep those under my hat, but yeah, you always definitely talk to people.

IT: The BNP Paribas [Open] is such an incredible, dazzling event. What’s the one thing in your years of experience there that will help you most?

SS: Clearly, the basis for presenting a product, and presenting a premium product. The continued pursuit of excellence and innovation that provides for the best experience people can have consuming your product. That foundation is fundamental to what we do in pro tennis. You’ll start to see that as I get involved and get to work.

A Presidential Interview


By Bill Simons 

Dare we note that the first President of the International Tennis Federation actually went down in the Titanic and, to sustain the theme, critics complained that of late the group has moved with a certain glacial speed. Now, with the election of New Jersey’s Dave Haggerty, there are hopes for change. For starters, in today’s culture, it’s stunning that an American would even be selected to head an international sports group. But, Haggerty has a great serve and an even better resume. He was a nationally ranked junior; the Captain of his George Washington University tennis team; the top exec at Dunlop, Prince and Head; the President of the Tennis Industry Association and the President of the USTA. There he said his goal was “making the 800-pound gorilla into a 400-pound gorilla.” He went on to initiate the USTA’s groundbreaking move to Lake Nona, Florida. 

Here is our conversation with the man who has led more tennis organizations than anyone who comes to mind. 

INSIDE TENNIS: The Davis Cup is the big issue. It’s front and center. A whirlwind of criticism has gone on for a long time in terms of its format. Are you going to address this and try to get some kind of Final Four format set up? Another suggestion is to have it every other year. 

DAVE HAGGERTY: I’ve worked to look at a number of different options, including a neutral site final. A Final Four concept is one I find quite interesting and possibly the best solution. Also I’ve looked at having events every other year with eight to sixteen teams – very large events. But the fact is that the bylaw rules and the ITF constitution would have to be changed at the annual general meeting and there would have to be a vote. My sense is that it’s not going to be too great a departure from where we are in order for it to be acceptable. That’s certainly one of the areas that I’m focused on. Really, the most important thing is to develop the game, and to do that we need to do to get more funds so we can work with the nations so that they can grow tennis and do the good work they do even better.

IT: The ITF supposedly makes $25 million off of the Davis Cup, but if it were marketed it’s said the ITF could make much more – at least four times more than that. 

DH: The whole idea is to increase the revenue of the Davis Cup and Fed Cups, to make them more interesting so we have the funds to then grow tennis. The ideas we’ve talked about could have significant positive revenue implications. So I’m set to do my homework and work with the board and the nations to come up with the format, and work with the ATP and the WTA and various partners in the industry to collaborate and get support behind this great new format, whatever it ends up being.

IT: You did say the Final Four format was probably the most appealing format. 

DH: What I like about it is that you can play it over a one-week period, where you can play the semifinals the first three days, have a day of rest and then come back and play the finals. It’s something that the players will understand, and something fans would enjoy watching. You go to a mutual site where you’re able to promote it in advance by a good number of months, where you’d have a host city that wants to have a Final Four. From a broadcast perspective, it would be easier to display it and get great awareness around the world because people will be able to watch it over a limited period of time. It’s the best team competition in the world, so I just see a lot of positives, a lot of reasons why people could gravitate to this concept.

IT: We have a situation this year where Andy Murray is the only one of the truly top players to be playing Davis Cup. Belgium did a great job to get to the finals, but they got there without having to face any top players. Switzerland didn’t have either Federer and Wawrinka. Canada was without Milos Raonic and Vasek Pospisil, and Argentina didn’t have Juan Monaco. Do you think this Final Four format will address the issue of having the top names in the game actually play?

DH: It certainly would be a concept they could look at, because by having a Final Four event, you essentially eliminate the week that just took place. From a calendar perspective, the players’ schedules are so full. If there are ways to make it more manageable so that they see what their investment of time would be, they would be very open to considering other possibilities.

IT: You’ve been involved with the ITF and tennis for so long. Is there one favorite moment in your travels that you found particularly poignant, whether it was on a back court in Chile or at a Davis Cup or Fed Cup tie?

DH: Last year’s Davis Cup tie between France and Switzerland. It was such a great moment of celebration, seeing some great players play in a completely filled football stadium with a roof. It was a great atmosphere. 

IT: The late USTA president Bob Cookson said that his favorite tennis moment was the conga line that Yannick Noah led when the French upset the US in Davis Cup. What does it say that Yannick Noah at 55 is coming back to be Davis Cup captain for France?

DH: Yannick has always been around tennis. In many ways he’s certainly a great figurehead. Tennis has meant a lot to him in his life. He’s been quoted as saying if it were not for tennis he wouldn’t be the man he is. It’s great to see him now coming back in a leadership role with the [French Tennis] Federation and Davis Cup.

IT: People are astonished that in the current international  atmosphere an American actually got himself elected to head an international ruling body. 

DH: One of the primary reasons was the international experience I’ve had at Prince, Dunlop Slazenger, and at Head. I’ve worked internationally and was in charge of global marketing, so I understand international tennis and have traveled on tennis business to many of those countries. That combined with the fact that I was the chairman of the US Open and the USTA and dealt with the players at an international event, a Grand Slam.   

This made me appear to be more of an international player, as opposed to just an American or someone with a narrower scope who was just focused on his country. I’ve served on international committees, had some exposure and traveled to meet many of the people that were [in the different tennis] federations.

IT: Still your your emergence was incredible. What was the key?

DH: A lot of it had to do with my timing, the timing of my business career. I spent a lot of time on the volunteer side with the USTA and that coincided with Francesco’s [Ricci Bitti] announcement to retire as ITF President. If it had been two years earlier or later, it wouldn’t have worked for me. Things just lined up in a way that made sense for me to pursue it with my background and experience.

IT: Tennis organizations are seen as a kind of balkanized, alphabet soup. Simply put, what is the ITF and why does it matter?

DH: The ITF is the governing body of tennis on a global basis. We’ve a lot of potential to continue to work with the Grand Slams and the ATP and the WTA and allied tennis community to grow the game worldwide and make it a sport that more people want to play and more people make their living from. 

IT: You’re still playing, and your serve is still pretty good – right?

DH: [Laughs] I’m still playing and the serve’s there when I play, usually, but not all of the time.

IT: How did you do when you were on the George Washington University team?

DH: I was really fortunate to play on a very good team. We worked hard and had fun. One of my fond memories was being elected into the tennis Hall of Fame there and I still hold the university record for most matches won in singles and doubles. It’s still out there.

Serena Williams — An Unsparing Autopsy


By Michael Mewshaw


Autopsies are ugly affairs.  But after a disaster, there’s no better way to assess the damage and avoid it in the future than to take a hard look at what happened.  Although nobody died when Roberta Vinci beat Serena Williams to end her Grand Slam dreams, a number of delusions should have bitten the dust, and many journalists should have regretted their irrational enthusiasm.  Although Serena’s emotions and those of her fans are still raw, it’s not too early to do what Patrick Mouratoglou is probably doing – facing facts and trying to find a way to break them to his client without losing his job.

The narrative describing Serena’s career has evolved over time.  A few years ago, Chris Evert criticized Williams for not committing herself to eliminating the technical glitches from her game.  For all of her successes there’s little evidence that she ever dedicated herself to mastering the basics.  She simply kept blasting away and everybody forgot about her flaws.  Even now after a match that exposed all of Serena’s limitations, Chris, like most tennis commentators, just repeated the same mantra.  This was, they insisted, more a case of Serena being overcome by the occasion than her being picked apart by a clever, calm and technically more complete player.  They seem to have forgotten that she had looked just as fragile against Bethanie Mattek-Sands who also mixed up her shots, rushed the net and rattled Serena.

In the aftermath of her train wreck in the semi-finals, Serena continues to be called the greatest player who ever lived.  But on what basis?  She still trails Margaret Court and Steffi Graf in Grand Slam titles, and many question whether she would have been nearly so dominant if Justine Henin and Kim Clisters had remained healthy and active.  Perhaps if Serena had completed the Grand Slam, an argument could be made in her favor.  But she didn’t just fall short.  She totally disintegrated against Roberta Vinci, ranked 43rd in the world, and she flubbed plenty of opportunities to take control of the match not just because she was nervous, but because like Jimmy Connors in the 1974 Wimbledon final against Arthur Ashe, she couldn’t cope with drop shots, lobs and off-speed angles.

It would be more accurate to say of Serena that she’s the best athlete and most intimidating personality the game has ever produced.  Her strength of will and remarkable physical talent have allowed her to come back from the brink of defeat and win matches that her sloppy footwork and poor shot selection should probably have cost her.  This time, when she couldn’t blow Vinci away with her serve and couldn’t generate dependable groundstroke speed against Vinci’s slower, yet fuller, arsenal of weapons, she dissolved.  While at 5’4” and 120 lbs., Vinci is no physical match for Williams, the Italian showed superior touch, a far better net game, better shot placement and a wicked backhand slice that Serena had hell’s own difficulty getting down to.  Was her lack of flexibility a mental block or an outgrowth of her muscularity?

Interestingly, Novak Djokovic faced some of the same dilemmas in his quarterfinal match against Feliciano Lopez.  The Spaniard’s wiliness left the Joker visibly frustrated.  But as always he was the epitome of flexibility and was able to adapt and win while Serena had no second gear, no plan B.  At times she appeared to be a woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown.  But the cruel truth is that pressure is part of the game, and dealing with it is a basic requirement for being called the best ever.

Vince Lombardi used to ruminate that fatigue makes cowards of us all; what is described as an emotional collapse is often actually the result of a physical short circuit.  As formidable as Serena appears to be, it’s worth wondering whether she was sufficiently fit to remain lucid under pressure and win when power alone couldn’t carry the day.

It does her no favors to ignore her shortcomings and simply reassert that she’s “the greatest.”  As any club pro will tell you, prove it on court.  Final assessments should be postponed until after Williams’ career ends.  A commercial broadcast shortly after Flavia Pennetta showed how easy it was to beat Vinci proclaimed that Serena will “Rise Again.”  Here’s hoping that’s true.  But just as the longest journey begins with a single step, Serena needs to start her comeback by having an honest discussion with her coach, then with herself.

Michael Mewshaw is the author of 20 books, including Short Circuit:  Borg, McEnroe and Connors, the Era of Bribes, Match-fixing and Drugs, now available as an e-book. 

Tennis Along the Silk Road – Of Money Launderers, Minesweepers and a Mind-Boggling Journey to Uzbekistan

By Michael Mewshaw

This weekend the US Davis Cup team will be competing in Uzbekistan in America’s most exotic Davis Cup encounter since John McEnroe led Andre Agassi and our team to Zimbabwe in 2000. In 2007, Inside Tennis published this classic report on Uzbekistan by the intrepid tennis reporter and novelist Michael Mewshaw.

In recent years tennis has experienced seismic shifts, and the pro tour has ventured into increasingly unlikely locales.  But as the game goes global it’s worth wondering what’s driving this move to outsource tournaments from traditional venues to obscure bends and elbows of the world that appear to have only the most cursory interest in tennis.  Indeed, some events now on the circuit take place in countries that have no ranked players and precious few amateur competitors.

To comprehend this curious phenomenon would, I suspect, require a Harvard MBA, the subpoena powers of the IRS and the sleuthing skills of the CIA.  But my personal experience at one extraordinary event – the inaugural President’s Cup tournament in 1994 in Tashkent, Uzbekistan – might suggest a potential point of departure for discussing tennis’s penchant for pitching hospitality tents wherever some political strongman or consortium of business moguls ponies up a few million dollars.

Uzbekistan is one of the republics of the former USSR that declared its independence after the collapse of the Evil Empire.  Located in Central Asia, bordering Afghanistan and Tajikistan, both of which were then experiencing low-grade civil insurrections, the country has a per capital income of a dollar a day and is ruled by Islam Karimov, originally a Communist dictator, afterward a self-proclaimed President.  According to Amnesty International, Karimov was still jailing and torturing his political opponents.  After 9/11 Uzbekistan became a US ally in the war against terror and put its air space and landing strips at our disposal.  But this arrangement disintegrated when President Karimov suppressed a political demonstration by allowing his troops to open fire on civilians, killing several hundred men, women and children.

At least on the surface, the atmosphere was more convivial in May 1994 when Uzbekistan welcomed a few dozen foreign players, a handful of journalists and a clutch of business men to the first President’s Cup.  True, there were hints when we left the consoling womb of Lufthansa Airlines that we were entering an altogether different world.  The people-mover that trundled us from the plane to the baggage claim area was a peculiar vehicle – a broken-down driverless bus towed by a tractor.

The road into Tashkent cut through countryside that resembled desolate stretches of the American southwest.  Scrubby vegetation sprouted from land that looked like it had been fired in a furnace.  Streamers of trash fluttered from every thorny branch.  In the city center, the streets widened into bombastic boulevards where a tank would have no trouble heeling around and having clears lines of fire in all directions.  Entire blocks looked as if they’d come under recent bombardment.  In monumental parks, statues of Soviet heroes lay broken beside their pedestals.  Other statues made of sterner stuff were still standing, but had had their arms and heads blown off, and wires jutted out of their extremities like straw from a scarecrow.

At the dachas where we were put up, tournament officials thoughtfully provided Care packages containing bars of soap, rolls of toilet paper and bottles of insect repellent.  Then off we went to the new tennis center, down a dual-lane highway where bony cattle and sheep grazed on the median strip.  Several red clay courts had been freshly built for the event.  A huge hospitality tent, with food flown in daily from Copenhagen, was pitched nearby, and the local Peace Corps director sampled the smoked salmon and champagne and declared that nothing so tasty could be bought between Istanbul and Beijing at any price.

Speaking of prices, those of us who had made the mistake of changing dollars into Uzbek currency discovered that nobody would accept sum coupons.  Everyone demanded dollars.  Even cab drivers and waiters rejected tips in their national currency.

Those of us who had packed plenty of bucks had problems too.  Uzbeks operate under the delusion that bills more than five years old are illegal tender.  They demand clean, crisp dollars.  This resulted in a small cottage industry, a bizarre kind of money laundering, where women in the marketplace would for a fee clean and iron your rumpled bills.

Of course, like a good journalist I didn’t let myself get sidelined by minor frustrations.  I was in Tashkent to cover tennis, and along with my fellow reporters, I lined up at the press gate, proceeded through a metal detector, submitted to a pat down – women had their purses searched and their hairspray and fingernail files confiscated – and climbed into the utterly empty bleachers on the sunny side of the stadium.  Across the way, in the shade, sat Islam Karimov and several dozen bodyguards.  The President decided that the first day of the President’s Cup should be a private party from which the paying public was excluded.  As an added precaution, before the players warmed up, a couple of soldiers with minesweepers marched back and forth across the red clay, making sure that no one had planted an explosive surprise for Karimov.  After that build-up, the match itself was anti-climactic.

At that first tournament, a challenger event, Vince Spadea, Chuck Adams and Filip de Wulf were the most prominent competitors.  In subsequent years, the tournament graduated to full status on the ATP tour, and top ten players – Henman, Safin, Kafelnikov, etc. – made the long journey to Uzbekistan for what became a hard court indoor event.  The men’s tournament folded in 2003.  But the WTA has a tournament in Tashkent which continues to this day. I’m afraid that for me, however, nothing could compare with that inaugural President’s Cup.

While few Uzbeks attended the matches as the week progressed, many of them sought out Americans and Europeans who had come to Tashkent.  Some begged for money.  A few women offered marriage or something more short-term in exchange for a ticket to the West.  An Uzbek filmmaker, a man who had recently been imprisoned and beaten, arranged at great danger to himself to show a few journalists a documentary he had shot during the civil war in Tajikistan.

By coincidence, Senator Arlen Spector of Pennsylvania happened to be in Tashkent during the tournament.  Two dissident female poets passed him a letter pleading for help as Spector left the American Embassy.  They were arrested on the spot, thrown into jail, and despite Sen. Spector’s pleas, they remained behind bars.

As is often the case at tournaments, various junkets were organized for the players and press.  As usual no players availed themselves of the opportunity, but a number of journalists jumped on an air-conditioned bus bound for the fabled Silk Road city of Samarkand.  We spent a day there traipsing in the footsteps of Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan and Tamerlane.  Then that evening, serene as Venetian doges in gondolas on the Grand Canal, we sailed back toward Tashkent, privileged visitors, isolated from whatever unruliness rumpled the country around us.

Isolated, that is, until a man on the roadside picked up a brick and heaved it through a bus window.  Thinking ourselves under attack, our illusions ruined, we hightailed it back to the tennis center where the daily allotment of smoked salmon and champagne had just arrived.

Because the United States Information Service had invited me to lecture at a couple of Uzbek universities, I met American Embassy officials, academics from various disciplines, and aid workers and advisors.  They had decidedly different views of Central Asia’s first pro tennis tournament.  Embassy officials saw it less as a sporting event than a business venture in which rival European airlines vied through sponsorship deals for governmental approval of their landing rights in Tashkent.  The Embassy also pointed out that Uzbekistan is a major exporter of grain alcohol, and that representatives of a major American liquor producer were in town for the tournament.

Academics protested that the tournament diverted funds and attention from vital needs.  The universities had libraries the size of a two-car garage.  If it wasn’t bad enough that books were in short supply, they had no paper and no ink.  They begged me to send them Bic pens.

A number of aid workers argued that in a nation that depended on Médecins sans Frontières and couldn’t provide basic care to much of its population, it hardly made sense to promote pro tennis.  As for the food flown in from Copenhagen for the hospitality tent, a Peace Corps volunteer swore he had been at the airport and seen truckloads skimmed off the top of each day’s delivery by Uzbek ministers.

In the 70s and 80s, with the encouragement of Arthur Ashe and other insightful people on the tour, tennis took political stances on a number of issues, including apartheid in South Africa.  John McEnroe still gets high marks for refusing to play a million dollar exhibition match in Sun City, one of the bogus black South African  homelands.  While there’s no use wishing for the good old days and the good old guys, perhaps it’s not out of order to make a modest suggestion that pro tennis take a closer look at its calendar so that it doesn’t showcase the game in sunny places for shady people.


US Open: Gluten-Free, Adoration-Free Djokovic Captures Tenth Slam

By Bill Simons

Novak Djokovic is not only gluten-free, he’s adoration-free.


“You cannot be serious!”

This guy is a humanitarian. He’s a family man with a loving wife and cute kid. He’s beloved by those who know him. He’s survived brutal bombs and silly brouhahas. He’s a Renaissance guy who grew up listening to classical music and reading Russian poets. These days he doesn’t hesitate to offer deep-think reflections. He’s a Christian who visits Buddhist temples and notes the importance of mood and meditation. “I like to be in the creative spirit all the time,” he told the New York Times. “Everybody is moving – the people, our planet – so you either keep up with it or you just stay where you are. But staying wherever you are, you actually regress.”

And Novak has progressed. Oh, dear, we almost forgot to mention that he’s now – by far – the best tennis player in the world.

But popularity is a jealous mistress. The in-group is elusive. Sometimes there’s nothing you can do. For all her talent and trophies, courage and caring, Martina Navratilova couldn’t blunt the popularity of cute, chirpy Chris Evert – our Chrissie.

Ivan Lendl won eight Slams. Still, he was said to be “the man who could empty stadiums.” The headline claimed he was “the champion nobody cared about.” But unlike Lendl, the public Djokovic is far from glum. He’s a charming cut-up who adores laughter almost as much as he loves the limelight. He’s not only fun-loving – he’s real.

He’ll roar in triumph or curse like a sailor. There’s little mystery.

Djokovic is a meticulous craftsman, the ultimate professional. His game is superb, but mechanical and full of gritty grimaces, painful pivots and testy stretches. Pretty it’s not. Often we wince.  He’s got a retro crew cut. His angular face and ripped body impress – but his Uniqlo outfits don’t do him any favors.

Plus, the Serbian is “the man from nowhere,” a small country we bombed long ago, a distant land not on your summer itinerary.

Most of all, Novak has long labored in the shadow of two consuming idols. He has little of the hunky muscularity and magnetic appeal of Spaniard Rafa Nadal, with his whiplash forehand and darling dimples. Worse yet, he pales before the dreamy beauty of Roger Federer, who so effortlessly combines power and grace, art and sport.

Still, Djokovic was having his best year since 2011. He became just the third player in history to reach the finals of all four Slams. But Federer, as at Wimbledon, had been on a roll. He beat Novak rather handily in the Cincinnati Masters tournament.

In his first US Open final in six years, Federer was hoping to win his first Slam since 2010.

But he came out tight, his usual Swiss precision out of sync. His play was halting, and surprisingly inelegant. He suffered 15 first-set errors. In contrast, Djokovic played his usual impenetrable defense. Serving well, attacking Federer’s backhand, winning scramble points, the 28-year old in his prime suffered a nasty tumble, but his level did not fall. While not at his best, he was good enough, slapping a dandy forehand winner to capture the first set, 6-4.

The play of the demigod Federer was less than heavenly. Now, certainly Djokovic would march to his third Slam of the year and his first US Open since 2011.

But don’t forget what Rumi – the Sufi mystic and tennis sage – advised eons ago: “Hall of Love has ten thousand swords. Don’t be afraid to use one.”

So, to the delight of the throng, after 50 minutes, Federer unsheathed his SABR attack. But early in the set, he couldn’t convert five break points. When Djokovic hit a fabulous backhand off an overhead, he tapped his inner Roberta Vinci and roared to the crowd.

The pro-Federer partisans didn’t buy it, and Federer soldiered on. In the tenth game, some 15 minutes long, Roger had two set points. But the Swiss could not summit. His level now high, Roger attacked. Roger charged the net. Roger hit sublime backhands. As Robert Redford looked on, the ATP elder suddenly seemed like the Sundance Kid. Somewhere in New York there was a fountain of youth. 

On his fourth set point, the 34-year-old uncorked a wondrous cross-court backhand. Ashe Stadium exploded, as only it can. The old man won the second set, 7-5.

Roger that!

Novak ripped off his shirt.

The 42nd Djokovic-Federer battle would now be a best of three sets face-off. But Roger had never beaten the Serb in a five-set marathon. And beware Novak when he loses the second set. Three times at this year’s Open he had roared back after losing the second set.

Now that pattern continued – as did Roger’s patterns. Eight times he flashed his bold SABR tactic. But, as in the recent past, his explosiveness waned as the match went on.

More than anything, Roger just could not pounce on his opportunities. In the third set alone, he faltered on four of five break points. He couldn’t handle the pace of Novak’s passing blasts, and his usually potent forehand went awry. Later he conceded he just couldn’t execute at crunch time – and for good reason.

Djokovic showed why he is the best: his defense was sublime. On break points he was a quick-fire goalie flicking a shot away. He was an explosive defensive back stretching to knock down a pass. He was a baseball reliever shutting down the heart of the order in the ninth.

Novak explained the key to the match. In the third set, he said, “When I managed to break at 4-all and managed to hold after saving [a] couple break points at 5-4 and winning the third set, that obviously gave me a huge wind in the back, and I managed to play really well after that.”

Novak quickly broke twice in the fourth set and went up 5-2. The crowd willed Federer to come back – chanting his name, applauding when Novak missed a serve, and calling out taunts to distract the Serb.

But there was no distracting the savvy competitor. His focus, his will, his consistency once again coalesced. No matter that the throng howled, hoping his foe would prevail.  No matter that Roger charged back in the fourth set to break serve – a last hope.

Novak – moving with dazzling speed, serving well, and defending brilliantly in breathless rallies – saved 19 of 23 break points – incredible! And just like at Wimbledon, he won going away – 6-4, 5-7, 6-4, 6-4.

In the awards ceremony, a gracious Federer said matches like this teach you a lot about your opponent and yourself. And tonight we learned something about Federer’s foe. Despite his fierce expressions and gritty play, he proved he is the most dominant player of the best generation in tennis history. He’s won three Slams this year, and he reached the French Open final, where a zoning Stan Wawrinka beat him. He now has won ten Slams, just one behind Bjorn Borg and Rod Laver. And, after the awards ceremony wound down, the crowd finally began to chant, “Novak, Novak, Novak.”

Djokovic – the Rodney Dangerfield of tennis – is still gluten-free. But, at least for one fleeting moment, this grand champion and good man was not adoration-free.

US Open: Pasta Matters – Italy’s Pennetta Gives Us Permission to be Human

By Bill Simons

Flavia Pennetta shocked the tennis world. At 33, she became the oldest player to reach a first Grand Slam final.

And then she won.

Then she retired.

Go figure.

Never before had women’s tennis felt such back-to-back shocks.

Reporters were still debating whether Roberta Vinci’s win over Serena Williams was the most stunning upset of all time. They wondered, did the power of history, with its cruel expectations and the relentless noise of the media machine, simply get to the very human Serena? Ultimately, deep into the match, did Serena, who’d been so hot all year, simply freeze?

But never mind yesterday’s mind-boggling result.

The year-end Grand Slam is a traditional farewell venue. Chris Evert lost to Zina Garrison and then offered a bittersweet farewell wave.

But we knew she was going to go. After playing his last US Open match, Andre Agassi gave a stirring Lou Gehrig-like retirement speech, and Andy Roddick, just 29, announced his farewell in a press conference.

Before Pennetta’s “Say what?” announcement, most of the talk at Italian Meadows – correction: make that Flushing Meadows – was all about Italy.

Italian writer Vincenzo Martucci reported that in his homeland, “the people are crazy on the street. They are so happy.” All the Chamber of Commerce chatter about Italy brought to mind novelist Erica Jong’s curious observation, “What is the fatal charm of Italy? What do we find there that can be found nowhere else? I believe it is a certain permission to be human, which other places, other countries, lost long ago.”

Of course, for centuries Italian women have drawn attention. Historian Walter Shaw Sparrow reminds us that, “the pride taken by the Italians in their gifted women was among the most important facts in the history of Italy’s Renaissance.”

More recently, here in America, we have seen some fairly attractive Italian women. There was the beauty of Gina Lollobrigida and the wit and candor of Sophia Loren, who once confided, “Everything you see I owe to pasta.” 

What we saw today was a groundbreaking moment. For the first time, two Italians met in the final of a Slam. Pennetta might have been tempted to call her foe, Roberta Vinci, “My cousin Vinci.”

No, the two aren’t blood sisters – Venus-Serena tight. But they’re closer than most cousins. They met at a tennis academy when they were nine, roomed together for four formative years, and played 50 doubles matches together.

Vinci will always be known for yesterday’s mighty upset, while Pennetta is a lively and loved player – outspoken, and some might claim a tad loose.

During one Fed Cup match she called Amelie Mauresmo a whore. Now ranked No. 1 in the world in attracting charismatic tennis players, she has spoken about lovemaking on planes and cement tennis courts. She had an intense relationship with Spain’s Carlos Moya, and wrote a book about their painful breakup. “The end of my relationship with Carlos,” she revealed, “caused me more pain than any injury. What hurt more than the betrayal itself was the fact that our plans to share a life together had gone up in smoke. I put Carlos before myself. Don’t do it! You shouldn’t do that for a man. That was my biggest mistake.”

Today, just before the final, Flavio was out in the player garden snuggling with her new fiancé, Fabio Fognini.

You’d think this might have helped relax her. Plus, she knew she had a winning record against the No. 43 Vinci. She was bigger, she had won five Grand Slam doubles titles, and her best results had come at the US Open.

This year she scored impressive wins over Sam Stosur, Petra Kvitova and the No. 2 seed, Simona Halep, whom she punished. And Roberta had to be spent. As one headline told us, Vinci’s win over Serena had been pure “Vin-sanity.” 

But this was no ordinary match. The Italian Prime Minister and a slew of Italian officials in their splendid suits were on hand. (It would have been a dandy day, if you had such a thing in mind, to invade Rome.) A win would allow Pennetta to pocket a hefty $3.3 million, and she knew this was her last US Open hurrah.

Both she and Vinci came out tight and tentative. In the fifth game, on Pennetta’s seventh break point, no less, Vinci dumped a rally backhand into the net.

The two would trade breaks in a slow slice-and-search match – glide and go. The style was retro and explosion-free. There was ample artistry, but few roars, and three Vinci forehands handed the first set tiebreak to Pennetta, 7-4.

Flavia was stronger. Her forehands went deep. Her down-the-line backhand was a weapon. Her hands were true. She volleyed like the world class doubles champion she is. She used her court position to control the measured action.

The electric, high-sizzle intensity that empowered Vinci’s match with Serena morphed into a low-grade fizzle. True, the mighty Serena could not break the Vinci code yesterday. But today there was little mystery and less danger in Vinci’s game. She was drained.

She fell behind 0-4 in the second set. A lonely overhead and the threat of rain gave Vinci a little hope. But not much. After 1:33 on court, after 18 grinding years on the circuit and a kabillion miles traipsing about the globe, the Italian beauty Pennetta stroked a beautiful and final Grand Slam forehand. The holy grail was hers, 7-6 (4), 6-2.

Then she got in the final word, telling the stunned throng, “One month ago I take a big decision in my life. This is how I’d like to say goodbye to tennis.”

Billie Jean King and the crowd groaned a guttural moan, as if to say, “You’re our hero, don’t tell us that!” Flavia replied. “You don’t have to like this. I’m really happy. It’s what all the players seem to want to do, going out with this big trophy home. This one was my last match at the US Open and I couldn’t think of a better match…I love you guys.” She soon said, “My life is perfect.” 

Finalist Vinci seemed like a winner, too. Thrilled that her Italian compatriot and longtime pal had won, she went on a delightful charm offensive. She told IT that Leonardo da Vinci was her uncle and joked with the press that she would be returning to Italy in a private jet and, “then tomorrow [I'll eat] pasta, real pasta, at home.” – Just like Sophia Loren.

US Open: “You’ve Got a Friend” – James Taylor Talks Tennis

Before the 23,700 fans at the US Open went crazy over the triumph of Flavia Pennetta, they went crazy over a friend. That would be James “You’ve Got a Friend” Taylor. Years ago, just after a US Open final, Inside Tennis editor Bill Simons tried to interview Robin Williams, Lance Armstrong and James Taylor. He spoke with Williams and Armstrong, but never got to Taylor. Today, he spoke with the beloved singer and tennis fan.

INSIDE TENNIS: What do you love about tennis and the spectacle of it?

JAMES TAYLOR: It’s wonderful to see…I particularly love women’s tennis because it reminds me more of the tennis that I came up playing. To me it’s a more accessible game. Longer volleys, [it] just seems not so extreme to me. But I love everything about it. I wish I could be here for the Federer-Djokovic match tomorrow. That’s going to be so fantastic, to see those two games. To see Fed-Ex playing, at this point in his career, the best tennis of his life… I’ll be watching on TV. I can’t stay.

IT: You’re known for your mastery and your longevity – do you see that in Roger?

JT: Well, to me Roger’s a young guy, but I realize that he’s fairly advanced in age to be playing championship tennis like this, and it really is inspiring.

IT: But Djokovic is quite a craftsman, too.

JT: He’s amazing. It’s going to be an amazing match.

IT: Where did you play as a youngster?

JT: I played on courts at home in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, and, in the summertime, in Massachusetts.

IT: You’re known for having friends. If you could have a friend in the game on the women’s side, who would you have?

JT: Oh, man. Well, I just met Billie Jean King, and I admire her hugely. She’s so great. What she did for the game, for women’s tennis…I deeply admire Steffi Graf.

IT: She’s so gracious…and her whiplash forehand. 

JT: And Martina also – Navratilova.

IT: Your first memories of top players – was it Borg and Connors?

JT: [Yes], Connors and Borg.

US Open: History Wins as Serena Fails to Crack the Roberta Vinci Code

By Bill Simons

The quest – so grand and noble – is over.

Long live the quest.

Never before had there been a tennis journey like this. The greatest player of all time, the singular Serena, vs. history.

And history had been kind. Eleven times this year Serena had shown her nerve and fight and prevailed in three-set Grand Slam battles. What will, what grit.

And she had help. Here at the US Open, tennis had seemed to tee it up for her. Maria Sharapova had withdrawn. Her toughest foes – Azarenka, Kvitova and Halep – had all withered with little fight.

Once, when Serena Williams was hitting from too far back at the Australian Open and she was standing on the ‘Melbourne’ sign, her mom yelled, “Get out of Melbourne.”

Now, at the Open, all Serena had to do was get out of Italy. She had never lost to either the unseeded Italian Roberta Vinci or the veteran journeywoman Flavia Pennetta, who awaited in the final.

But Serena is more into France than Italy. She has a French coach, a Paris apartment and speaks lovely French. Today, she didn’t get out of Italy. She barely got on the boat. 

She could not crack the Roberta Vinci code. And, at 2:58 p.m. when Vinci hit yet another delicate-as-snow half-volley winner to prevail 2-6, 6-4, 6-4, the vise grip of history finally squeezed tight – unkind, unsparing.

The mighty Serena – uptight, ponderous, nervous, slow-moving – struck out.  She had few answers. Somewhere in Las Vegas perhaps a little smile came to the face of a woman named Steffi. Graf’s Open Era record of 22 majors would still stand unblemished. That mighty mountain they call the Grand Slam – which had been won by Maureen Connolly in 1953, by Margaret Court in 1970, and by Graf in 1988 – once again would not be summited.

Serena blinked, history prevailed, conspirators whispered.

After all, this was September 11th, they claimed. Here on this date sixteen years ago, Serena – squealing in delight – won her first Slam. On September 11th just four years ago she had her last major meltdown when she called out “C’mon!” against Sam Stosur and was called for hindrance.

But today was not about conspiracies, unless you count the clever game plan concocted by Vinci’s camp.

The Italian broke early in the first set. “Here we go again,” said a voice in the press room, “more drama.” But not to worry, Serena stepped up and stepped all over Vinci’s serve. She attacked freely, seemed worry-free and won five straight games to capture the first set, 6-2.

In the interview room Penneta, Vinci’s fellow Italian, cautioned “Not so fast, the match isn’t over.” 

But, no worries. Serena’s march to history was coated in a certain (“this has just got to happen”) inevitability. She was No. 1. Vinci was No. 43. Serena had never lost to Vinci in four meetings, including a match a month ago in Toronto. She had a home court advantage. She would prevail. TV execs were thrilled. The ratings of Serena’s final would soar through the roof.  

But somehow Serena’s game hit the ceiling. From the first ball, her coach Patrick Mouratoglou sensed something was wrong, this was not her day. She was not moving and never did crack the considerable Vinci code: sublime easy movement, an unafraid return of serve which blunted Serena’s power, nasty drop shots, not-to-worry defensive lobs and a high-to-low one-handed backhand that is suggestive of Graf’s.

She volleyed well and hit deep down the middle. And Serena’s level dropped dearly. At crunch time she didn’t go out and grab history and could not defy Vinci’s crafty-sure play. Lunging and flustered, she seemed miserable. In the second set she suffered an error-strewn fifth game. That’s all the Italian needed, as she raced to a 6-4 win to even the match.

Serena slammed her racket. What’s going on? Who is this pretender? Before the Open, Vinci’s chances of winning were put at 300:1. She was a 12:1 underdog today. So Serena, who had an 11-0 record in the third set of Slams this year, quickly broke serve in the final set. Vinci didn’t care. She knew Serena was nervous and she broke right back. Williams stopped hitting out. Her serve wavered. Her movement faltered. When Vinci won a glorious scramble point to draw Serena back to deuce in the seventh game of the third set, she pointed to her ear and flashed a joyous, vein-popping expression of delight and triumph. “The crowd was for her,” Vinci recalled. “And, I say, come on one time for me.”

Vinci’s veteran bravado and (“I’m Italian and you’re not”) swagger seemed to tell Serena, “I’m here, in-your-face, I’m not going away.”

Williams promptly donated a backhand and forehand, allowing Vinci to score a critical break to go up 4-3.

Suddenly history seemed gray.

Williams’ friends box was glum. Billie Jean King was nervous. Vinci was playing the match of her career. Still, she admitted she was “a little bit scare. My arms was like (shaking)…But in my mind, I say, ‘Don’t think about this, because you have more pressure. Stay calm, relax, and breathe during every single points. Don’t think that you have Serena on the other side of the court. Try to enjoy.’” She told the crowd, “Put the ball in play and keep the ball in play in the court and run and then I won.”

Vinci had already booked a flight to go back to Italy. But now her 2-6, 6-4, 6-4 win – one of the greatest clutch upsets in woman’s tennis history – left her giddy and giggly.

As she sashayed into the first-ever all-Italian women’s Slam final, she sheepishly apologized to Serena and to the crowd for raining on the American parade. But, Roberta, winning means not having to say your sorry.

This was the best moment of her life.

“I can maybe touch the sky with my finger,” she told IT.

On this strange day, Serena ultimately could not touch Roberta. Today her code – the Vinci code – remained unbroken.

Billie Jean King told IT, “If I were Serena…before I got to the locker room today…I would have said, ‘Next year I’m going to win all four [slams], non-negotiable’…I’d get so cheesed. I’d be so, just like, “Gimme the ball. Let’s go. I’m ready.”

But Serena was so not ready.

Despondent and emotionally drained, she desperately needed a break. After the match she was in a deep, unhappy funk – terse and glum. Never mind all her triumphs this year. On this day, the mighty Serena had tried mightily to alter history, but history won.

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