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Was it Rod Laver or Pete Sampras who said you’re only as good as your second serve? Both of them, I would hazard to guess. After watching two WTA finals yesterday, I’d say we should amend that phrase for the women’s game. There, you’re only as good as your forehand.

Most women players with two-handed backhands are more comfortable with that shot than they are with their forehands. The extra hand helps them steady the racquet for consistency while giving the shot more oomph. Their forehands are often a trickier matter. In the cases of Sharapova, Mauresmo, Venus Williams, Clijsters, Petrova, and many others, the forehand is a less consistent shot prone to breakdowns at key moments. I’ve speculated in the past, to the distaste of some, that this may be because many women—Justine Henin prominently excluded—don’t generate the racquet-head speed necessary to get a ton of topspin on the ball and bring it into the court safely. Another theory is that, coming from the Bradenton and Lansdorp schools, with their emphasis on flat power-hitting, the women never learn the technique for topspin (at least it isn’t a priority). Either way, I felt like both matches yesterday—Williams vs. Peer in Memphis and Henin vs. Mauresmo in Dubai—were won and lost on the forehand side.

First, let’s go to Memphis, where a dialed-in and clean-hitting Venus Williams made short work of up-and-comer Shahar Peer, the woman who was two points from derailing Serena Williams’ Australian Open run. Venus came out playing virtually error-free tennis and only stepped it up from there. Peer can hit a big ball, but Williams was the one dictating from on top of the baseline. When she had to defend, she did it with ease, her open-stance strokes keeping her near the center of the court even when she was scrambling. And I haven’t seen her serve so effectively in about two years.

Most striking was Venus’ forehand. This is the stroke that, more than anything else, has been her downfall in recent years. You can talk about her lack of commitment to the game, etc., but it’s been those constant forehand misfires that have led to her many shocking demises. At TENNIS Magazine, we even had her former coach, Rick Macci, describe what she needed to do technically to improve it—she has a habit of opening her left shoulder too soon and spraying balls wide and long (she has little margin for error to begin with). Something tells me Venus didn’t read it, but she kept her front shoulder in yesterday and had her forehand clicking.

It made all the difference, because Peer has a weaker forehand side as well. She also opens up too soon, jumps in mid-stroke, and tries to hit flat balls with a topspin grip. Compare that to her two-handed backhand, where she uses both arms to launch her entire body into the ball. Talking about grips is not as sexy as talking about her “grit” or analyzing her Israeli military service, but Peer’s grip on her serve, and maybe even her forehand, could hold her back if anything does. She looks to have an awkward Western grip on her serve; she misses a lot of first ones with it, and her second ones creep and crawl over the net.

Credit Venus for not letting Peer get away with them. She stepped inside the baseline on returns and took the points by the throat. Venus also served primarily to Peer’s weaker forehand side and only upped the pressure when she had the lead. It looked like the old Venus, in other words—maybe the two sisters will start to inspire each other again. Watching the packed house appreciate Venus, I wondered whether this might be the year of the long-delayed Williams love-fest at the U.S. Open, when they begin to get their due as elder stateswomen of the American game. It’s bound to happen someday.

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The appearance-fee matchup of the weekend (I’m starting to think of February as tennis’ official Appearance Fee Month) was between old rivals Justine Henin and Amelie Mauresmo in Dubai. Here the play was more rounded and various—not to mention a whole lot more competitive. The two reacted and adjusted to each other all afternoon. Henin began by rushing the net, then Mauresmo took it away from her. The Belgian has the hands up there, but not the range; the Frenchwoman has both, but she can try to be too delicate—too artistic—with her angled volleys. Still, after the Williams-Peer slugfest, it was nice to see them use the whole court. And, having not seen much of Henin in recent months, I was quickly reminded of what a pure tennis player she is, right down to her follow-through. Early in the match she took a mid-court ball and sliced a backhand. We all know about her fly-away follow-through on her topspin backhand, but she adds a little extra flair of the racquet at the end of her slice as well. It’s as functional as it is artistic—the best you can ask from any tennis stroke.

It wasn’t net play or artistic backhands that made the difference in this match, though. It was that most basic and essential of tools—the big forehand. At the end of each first set, Henin went to her forehand, and Mauresmo couldn’t match it:

At 5-4 in the first, Henin forced the action with her forehand to go up 15-0, 30-0, and 40-0, before winning the set.

In the second set, Mauresmo was up 5-4. In that game, she shanked a forehand pass and buried an easy forehand approach in the middle of the net.

Henin went up 6-5 in the second. She hit a forehand winner to go up 15-0, a strong forehand approach that led to a half-volley winner for 30-0, a forcing forehand that Mauresmo couldn’t return for 40-0, and another unreturnable forehand for the match.

We can marvel at Henin’s backhand—it’s one of the best and most stylish in history—but it’s her forehand she uses in the clutch, and which separates her from the WTA pack.

Other Notes:

Andy Roddick exacted some revenge on Andy Murray in the semifinals in Memphis (I didn’t see the match). Anyone catch it? For you anti-coaching purists out there, wouldn’t you say the presence of Brad Gilbert on the court for their matches would add just a bit more drama to the proceedings?

Tommy Haas won in Memphis without so much as facing a break point. Maybe doing an ATP blog inspires the players. This is at least the third time a blogger has won an event in the past year.

Argentina’s Juan Monaco looked very strong and energetic in winning in Buenos Aires yesterday. Is the 22-year-old a threat for the French? Yesterday he directed a between-the-legs shot for a clean passing-shot winner.

Barry MacKay-ism of the week: I should institute a MacKay Watch; the guy is pure gold. At the beginning of the Williams-Peer match yesterday, Barry made this observation: “I like Venus’s body.”

Off-court weekend notes:

TV: Watching a DVR-ed Friday Night Lights: Does anyone else check out this show? It’s a little on the red-state side—you know, it's, like, moral—but it may have the strongest character on television in high-school running back Tim Riggins. Not many TV shows can create someone as plainly doomed as he is.

Books: Reading The Blind Side, by Michael Lewis. The author of Moneyball takes on the NFL. He overwrites in that sentimental, Sports Illustrated way, but it’s interesting that the biggest changes in football took place in the early 1980s, just as tennis was revamping itself into its modern version. Like tennis, football suddenly became faster and scarier—Lawrence Taylor played the transformative figure; he was kind of like the NFL’s Ivan Lendl.

The Oscars: I guess it was pretty obvious that Scorcese was going to win when three of his oldest friends showed up to hand out the award. Nice moment.

The Tennis Channel open is on TTC, starting tonight. I hope they have the paddleball event again. Seeing Gael Monfils trash-talk and beat the "world champ" last year without having played before was one of the highlights of 2006.

Finally, for any racquet-sports fans in the New York City area this week, you owe it to yourself to get to Grand Central to see the squash Tournament of Champions. It's the best of the world's best—you won't believe the rallies, trust me—and you can stand and watch for free from outside the big glass court in Vanderbilt Hall.