Tuesday August 25, 2009 - Above, Columbia's Alejandro Falla. The US Open qualifying tournament week has always been something I've looked forward to but this morning I found myself with mixed feelings as I got ready to take the long trek out to Flushing. It was a beautiful morning and the idea of watching tennis all day really appealed to me, but the thought of the crowds, the baby strollers, the cellphones and the indifference to the actual game that seems to be the pervasive element of attending the Open these days made me think seriously of just staying home.
The absence of certain players this year has made the Open less attractive to me than in the past. This will be the third tournament without Paradorn Srichaphan, the Thai guy whose matches were always the centerpiece of the Open for me. The idea that he might make a comeback seems to have faded away and apparently he is happy being married to a former Miss Universe and not having to damage his wrist further by slamming a tennis ball around the courts. The Korean Hyung-Taik Lee has retired, the Japanese Kei Nishikori who was so exciting last year has withdrawn, and I do not see the name of the Pakistani Aisam Ul-Haq Quereshi anywhere in the single's lists (but he was there today watching...so he must be playing doubles). Bjorn Phau and Steve Darcis are in the main draw this year, meaning that in order to see them play I'd need to buy a ticket (something to consider carefully in this economic slump) and brave the even larger, more indifferent crowds of the actual tournament.
Wei noted my lack of enthusiasm and suggested this was the perfect Open to look for new favorite players. By the end of the day I had found one, and also rediscovered a player I'd liked in the past but who I'd lost track of a bit recently.
I was still feeling a bit down as I headed out to Queens but an edifying experience on the #7 train put me in a different frame of mind. Don't ask, because I'm not going to tell. Feeling pretty blithe when I arrived at the Tennis Center, I bought a ticket for Monday (I'd been debating whether to go or not) and went out to Court 6 to watch Alejandro Falla in a close match vs. India's Prakash Amritraj.
Alejandro had been on my A-list for a couple seasons but the last time I saw him play he seemed a bit lethargic and uninspired. At today's match he seemed controlled, almost cold, and played efficiently with streaks of brilliance. He and Amritraj were well-matched in terms of skill and power so the momentum of the match shifted back and forth a few times. Each player won a set, then Alejandro just got down to business and pulled off the win.
On Court 17, a much faster-paced match between Japan's Tatsuma Ito (above) and the Czech Pavel Snobel showed me again all the things I love about watching 'live' tennis. Within seconds I was totally intrigued by Ito's dynamic game, his steady and well-placed shots and his occassional magic tricks. Court 17 is an end court and since the two players are not 'names' there was not a large crowd of spectators. I found myself running up and down the sideline as Ito changed ends, silently sending him mental energy. It worked: he won in straight sets.
I do love the way Japanese TV are always there for the Japanese players: Ito was interviewed courtside, glistening with sweat, and beseiged by a horde of eager Japanese fans including some very pretty young girls who were clearly smitten with the handsome tennis player. Smitten. That's a good word.
Another thing I liked about Ito: when he was 2 games away from the win, he changed to a red tee-shirt. Paradorn always did that when he sensed victory was near.
After that my day at the Open went downhill somewhat. Every match I sat down to watch was ruined by yapping people, unruly kids, cellphones going off. There is a huge food court area and a nice courtyard with fountains. You want to talk? Go get a beer and find a table and sit down and talk your fucking head off. If you are going to sit in on a match (duh...it's a tennis tournament, after all) could you at least have the common courtesy not to talk during play? And what is the point of bringing small children to the US Open? Has the cost of a babysitter suddenly gone astronomic? 99% of children under age ten have no clue what tennis is about nor do they care; they simply want to eat, drink, pee and fuss. Yet year after year parents come dragging toddlers, strollers, and all the accoutrements that go with parenthood to the Open and then they wonder why their darlings are unruly. Well, it gets HOT on the courts and when it gets hot, kids get cranky. Oh well, the triumph of indifference...that's what it is: people who don't care spoiling things for people who do.
So after a while I just gave up. I had seen two very good matches in relative peace and I guess maybe that is all one can expect now that the Open has become an event rather than a place to enjoy serious tennis.
On the #7 coming home, the setting sun emerged from behind clouds drifting just above the horizon and for a few moments the sky over Gotham was a tumult of silver and gold. I love New York, don't you?