Welcome to September, darlings!
It’s been a whirlwind of a weekend to wrap up the so-called “end of summer”, starting with my very first US Open. I first started watching tennis about 10 years ago and I’ve been hooked ever since. In the beginning, I must admit that I was largely drawn to the sport by the dashing Juan Carlos Ferrero. Lo and behold, I am now captivated by another Spaniard (though for all the right reasons, this time).
I had an amazing time despite the facts of the day: T’s water bottle exploded in my purse; food was terrible and expensive; crowds of people everywhere, with no refuge from the sun; lines for the washroom; spectators with little regard for others; and of course, the hellish humidity and heat of New York in late August.
While I’m sure the other Grand Slams are probably much more pleasant, there is little that can hold up against a late afternoon match in Flushing. Besides the venue’s iconic place in American sports, there is dusk falling over a skyline that looks like a cardboard cutout and the sun lighting up the 7 train as it rushes past, enabling every passenger to be a spectator for those few seconds, every 10 minutes.
And really, is there any better way to mark the end of summer? - IN