The last time I was enthralled with tennis John McEnroe held a racquet instead of a microphone. Back then there were several players to like and intensely dislike, on and off court drama and more arguments than a pick-up basketball game at the Dowd YMCA. The tennis was great, too.
I don’t follow the sport the way I once did. But I happened to turn on the Wimbledon
I didn’t watch all of it. I kind of forgot about it, to be honest with you. But I caught it at a restaurant late Sunday morning and again mid and late Sunday afternoon. It was like the NFL in that it lasted all day. But it did not include Chris Berman and there was no fantasy angle or home team.
Before, between and after rain delays, Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal played stunning tennis. Nadal’s quickness and athleticism appeared not at all muted as they played into the night.
I was pulling for Federer, the aging veteran. But I can’t complain. Although he almost came back from a two-set deficit, young Nadal earned the five-set victory.
I don’t know if tennis can regain its former glory. Some sports fade, as fans of boxing and horse racing will attest. But the next time Federer and Nadal play, I suspect I’ll watch from the start.