This has not been a very good year for traditions in tennis.
It began with the first of a number of handshake controversies at the United Cup in early January. A player from the U.S. squad was accused of giving a “frosty” handshake—and other subtle infractions—before a match against Poland. Then there were the sore loser’s graceless comments during the Roland Garros singles trophy presentation, some garden-variety trash-talking, and altercations over failures to issue the standard apologetic gesture after a point won by a stroke of let-cord luck.
The year is almost over, so you’d think that players traipsing along the edge of burnout would be too gassed to bicker. But we witnessed another handshake snub early in the recent ATP Rolex Paris Masters, along with the bizarre spectacle of a pro celebrating a first-round win by moonwalking while his beaten rival was trying—repeatedly and unsuccessfully—to smash his racquet to pieces on the court.
The names of the accused in these cases have been withheld—for now—to protect the guilty, but stick around.
Set aside the often-marvelous tennis we’ve been gifted this year by the likes of Carlos Alcaraz, Amanda Anisimova, Jannik Sinner, Coco Gauff and others. The sound track to the game these days ought to be a diss track that even Kendrick Lamar would be hard pressed to top.
