Monday Grind

Rafa Nadal brilliantly battled out a 5-set grunting grind against Russia’s relentless Steely Dan Medvedev. A match for the ages.

U.S. Open has a new Queen. Romanian Canadian Anrdreescu. Serena slayer. Prez Trudeau sent congrats. While Meghan ditched her royal duties for a friend. Fashion week should rethink purple rain. Anna.

Logan Roy quotes Shakespeare to Cherry Jones. “Just Take the Money”.  The kids are not all right. Marcia goes rogue. Cousin Gregory rising.

Mark Sanford announces he’ll run against Trump for the Republican nom. He’ll focus on ethics and honesty in the party? That’s rich. Biden couldn’t muster a crowd at New Hampshire’s Dem convention. While Warren’s appearance filled a rowdy arena. Iowa & New Hampshire don’t seem to be going Joe’s way. But. Hey. There’s always Delaware.

For a belly laugh. Conan Without Borders in Greenland. Hilarious. Also his trip with sidekick to Italy and Japan. Bourdain-esque with lots of funny. ABC’s Sunday Rahm & Christie show continues to entertain.

Yankees won. Giants lost. Niners won. Pats. Duh. As NFL’s contracts get fatter, injured list gets longer. Good Luck!

Talking to Your kid

The most remarkable thing I noticed at the U.S. Open. Besides Nadal’s OCD ticks. Or Serena’s fashion felonies. A mother talking to her son in the stands. Neither of them had a screen in front of them. They were actually having a conversation. That it was noteworthy. Sad.

Lobster Day Weekend

End of summer traditions. Steamers & lobster & corn-on-the-cob. Just a Metro North train away. Fabulous backyard clam bake.

On Center Court. Osaka showed heart & class. If not game in the end. #McCoco doubles team regained youthful glee. Djok choked. And. Sorry Serena. But. That outfit was just purple rain.

Over at HBO. Logan coddles a fragile Kendall. Roman goes to management training. Shiv shakes her head as Holly & Cherry join the fray.  But hey. Always intriguing new acquisitions at RoyCo.

‘Twas a bon weekend.

Tennis Anyone?

Loved playing tennis with Dad. Happy Bday, by the way. He’d have a stogie perched between his teeth as he lobbed and dunked shots. Using either hand. He often beat so-called classic players. Kinda like Bobby Riggs. Dad called me the Evergreen, because I never moved. Well.

Loved watching Tennis when it was Johnny Mac & Jimmy, Ivan & Boris, Martina & Chrissie. Then lost interest. Life got hectic.

Now I’m back. This year’s U.S. Open. Less grunting and screeching. Chrissie, Johnny & Pat Mac commentating. Depth and insight even if a bit snippy. But. It’s the charismatic, brilliantly poised fifteen-year old. Call her Coco. Gauff. She’s great for the sport. And. ESPN.

Random question. Why are all the coaches men?

Classical Notes

Wimbledon Men’s Final. A riveting rare classy classic. Could have gone either way. Djokovic and Federer beautifully played a 5-set 12-12 tie-breaker. First time in history. Didn’t get to the Park until after three.

Pete Buttigieg on David Axelrod’s great CNN show. It seems they’ve known each other for quite some time. At one point, Axelrod reminded Pete that his piano teacher told him not to just play the notes perfectly, but to make music. Axelrod as campaign maestro.

Prima Final

Knowing the Dutch well, surnames so familiar, this year’s Women’s World Cup final is fun. Survived a wild night in Amsterdam’s Leidseplein where pandemonium was an understatement as the Netherlands beat Germany in the ’90’s. But that was for the men.

Finally as USA has brought women’s teams to the forefront, the Orange also got their due. Especially Van Veenendaal. Prima.

 

Pebbles in Time

U.S. Open at Pebble Beach. As it was in 1982. Tom Watson. This year. Who? Rosie had a great start. More off-course drama. Tiger’s ex having another cub. Jordan dressed down his caddie on national tv. Koepka whines about not being in promos on Fox. We’ll see.

It’s the middle of June and ice hockey is mercifully done. As is the NBA. In more ways than one.

Congrats to Ogilvy New York. Global Instagram branding. On to Cannes.