The way Venus Williams tells it, she was blindsided by her own desire to resume her singles career, at the unlikely age 45, during a one-day visit to Wimbledon a few weeks ago. She described the epiphany shortly before playing the first match of her comeback at the Mubadala Citi DC Open in Washington, D.C.
“When I went to Wimbledon this year—I was there for a day—and it was so beautiful and exciting, and I remembered all the times that I had, and of course the adrenaline, all those things—just the pure fun of playing the game, the fun of the challenge. You overcome so many challenges [as a player]: your opponents, the conditions, a lot of times you have to overcome yourself.”
A day at Wimbledon has left countless fans equally smitten. The anecdote reveals as much about Williams as it does the enchanting environment and allure of “The Championships,” where Venus won five singles titles. She has that pureness of heart that distinguishes some of the greatest sporting heroes—the ones who don’t just sweep up their winnings after a good or even great career and depart with a wave of the hand that says, “Good-bye to all that.”
Williams is among the ones who know—or is it admit?—that there is something irreplaceable about the art of individual, one-on-one competition. That there is joy to be had there. In her first press conference in the nation’s capital a journalist, citing Williams’ age, her catholic interests, the heat and the “grind” of pro tennis, asked her, “Why, Why?”
Williams smiled and replied, “Why not?”