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.
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.
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?
Catapulting into summer from a cool wet spring. Ninety degrees today. It’s on. Curtis Strange gave great commentary of the U.S. Open at Shinnecock where the windy course vaulted many stars out of the weekend and made Phippy whippy. In the end, Koepka survived with a back-to-back trophy hoist. Strange enough. The last one to do that was Curtis.
The Affair is back. And. Another show features the Colletti Winery. If you find it, you’ll know. Jump to book-treks. Social Creature by Tara Isabella Burton. Ghosting. Literally. A psychopath with social media savvy can get away with murder. Fooling narcissistic Manhattan millennials with Facebook tagging, photoshopping. Yup. Hiding homicide never easier.
Two flawed presidential candidates. Commander-in-Chief forum on the Intrepid. Should be Trepidation. Stranger Things? That’s a crazy Netflix show. 80’s spoofy scary comedy. Okay. Better than the election.
Over in Flushing Meadows. Is there any more boring U.S. Open ever? Lame. Literally. Defaults. Walkovers. Johnny Mac is apoplectic. So are we. Pouille.
Go Garoppolo! No.