Epic Snooze

The top two male tennis players are going at it right now in Flushing, New York, home of the U.S. Open, the final Grand Slam of the year.  Novak Djokovic and Rafael Nadal will vie for the title tonight, and if there are two things for certain, they are this: 1) I will DVR-watch starting at 8pm; 2) the fast-forward button on my remote will get a serious workout.  Because not only are these two the fittest players on the tour, meaning there will be a bevy of 20-30 shot rallies, they are also among the slowest, meaning they will take their time between points.  Nadal is especially guilty of delays, as he features a litany of OCD-like rituals before each serve.

He's just really tired.

He’s just really tired.

And there will be much serving and hitting and rallying.  Louisa Thomas over at Grantland recently wrote about what I bet many fans are feeling – the sameness of it all.  I have no beef against rivalries – I enjoyed Sampras vs. Agassi as much as any fan.  I also enjoyed Roger Federer vs. Nadal.  But this latest head to head between Novak and Rafa is just too drawn out, too much of the same styles of play.  Both of these men come, as most top players now do, from the School of Attrition, where they grind their opponent down with their dogged retrieving and clocklike consistency.  In Djokovic’s previous semifinal match against Stanislas Wawrinka, there was a 35-shot rally.  Impressive, yes, but not exactly entertaining.  The majority of the shots bounced on or around the service line, meaning both players were content to strike their safe shots to each other.  Granted, they were making small moves with their hits to eventually get the other out of position, but it just took too long.  I believe the sweet spot for rallies is around 10, with a max of 15.  Anything more than this, the shine of the exchange fades.

I cheated here — it’s not the US Open, but rather the China Open.  But you get my drift.

I’m not saying I miss the tennis of the early 90’s, when players like Sampras and Goran Ivanisevic blasted their rocket serves and followed up with a kill volley.  In that case, there were too few rallies and the game became robotic in a different yet ultimately same way.  What we need to make this game more entertaining and interesting now is to find a happier middle.  Unfortunately, I don’t think this will happen anytime soon.  With Roger Federer on his way out, what we have left is the three-headed human-machine-ball monster of Djokovic-Nadal-Murray.  It’s possible that Juan Martin del Potro may make that a foursome, or perhaps Tomas Berdych will, but all of these men are built to trade groundstrokes with each other in the back court.  None of them are shotmakers in the mold of Federer, who at his prime loved to strike short balls to draw his opponents into the net, where he’d then pass them with a wicked angled forehand.

The game has changed, and of course will change again.  But for me, right now is not the Golden Age of tennis.  Instead, it is the Interminable Age of tennis.

A Visit to the US Open

Li Na

 

Once a year, I try to get to the US Open.  That day was yesterday, and here’s a little travelogue of my afternoon on Facebook (you don’t need a Facebook account to see it).  Also, Irina Falconi over at the Straight Sets blog answered a question of mine!  Exciting times.  These are the best two weeks of the year, when tennis comes home.

Novel #2: Love Love

Since my Modern Love essay came out on Thursday, a few people have asked about the recently-completed second book.  Here’s the pitch.

Love Love
by Sung J. Woo

A novel about art and athletics, family and adoption, remembrance and forgiveness – and Judy and Kevin, sister and brother.

Judy Lee’s life has not turned out the way she’d imagined. She’s divorced, she’s broke, and her dreams of being a painter have fallen by the wayside. Her co-worker Roger might be a member of the Yakuza, but he’s also the only person who’s asked her on a date in the last year.

Meanwhile, Kevin, an ex-professional tennis player, has decided to donate a kidney to their ailing father — until it turns out that he’s not a genetic match. His father reluctantly tells him he was adopted, but the only information Kevin has is a nude picture of his birth mother.

Told in alternating chapters from the points of view of Judy and Kevin, Love Love is a story about two people figuring out how to live, how to love, how to be their best selves amid the chaos of their lives.