• Pa-rf "Ooot!"* That’s Canadian for “Out!” of course. I expected to hear it screamed all week here, but I’ve only gotten one good one so far, on a deep outer court. Which is a little disappointing considering that we’ve reached the halfway point, time-wise if not excitement-wise, in Toronto.

MELBOURNE—The lives of most tennis stars, in the collective opinion of the sport’s fans, run along a familiar arc. First, when a great young player appears, we're indignant at this upstart who dares to challenge our old favorites. Then, when the upstart shows a sign of weakness, we react with

The last time that Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal played each other, in Key Biscyane two months ago, I declared it to be the beginning of the third stage of their rivalry, one where they faced off as old friends who had already proven just about everything there is to

What are the tell-tale signs of fall in the tennis world? Thus far we’ve been missing the most obvious and reliable one: Complaints about the length of the season. Maybe it’s a tad early to get into all of that again. Maybe it’s because one of the traditional agitators for

PARIS—You couldn’t get away from David Ferrer at Roland Garros on Wednesday. Everywhere you looked, from the Jumbotrons outside of the Bullring, to the dozens of TV monitors in the pressroom, to the flat screens in the dining area, there was the Spaniard, doing his tireless side-to-side hop as he

Remember the days when we wished there was more tennis on TV? I think, on summer weekends at least, that our wish has officially come true. And then some. Even on vacation, even shuttling between various locations on the East Coast, even when I was expressly trying not to see

The Lucky Losers: Good band name, don’t you think? Not as good as, say, the Replacement Grips, or the Headbands, or, my personal favorite, the Semifinalists, but it's suitably catchy and ironic nonetheless (I can smell a post on tennis-inspired band names coming). The phrase has been in the air

For a few pure and shining moments on Monday in Paris, Rafael Nadal sloughed off the burdens of age and injury and played like the paragon who has claimed 14 Roland Garros singles titles. Serving in the fifth game of his first-round match with Alexander Zverev, the soon-to-be 38-year old

WIMBLEDON, England (AP)—Count `em: 7 seconds. That's how long French Open runner-up Sara Errani ``played'' at Wimbledon on Wednesday against qualifier CoCo Vandeweghe of Rancho Santa Fe, Calif. - enough time to wrap up a 6-1, 6-3 victory in the first round. How's that possible? Because action was suspended by

Steve Tignor and Joel Drucker talk about Thursday’s scorched-earth masterpiece between Serena Williams and Venus Williams; and players, like Coco Gauff, whose games are easy to write about. Hi Joel, Leave it to Serena and Venus to turn what looked like a potential death march in the Kentucky heat into

• Picby Pete Bodo* Rafael Nadal needs scant promotion as the start of the French Open bears down on us. Any doubts about Nadal's future as the man with a stranglehold (instead of that familiar, playful bite) on the French Open trophy were laid to rest these past few weeks.

By TW Contributing Editor Rosangel Valenti ** Hi everyone. Pete is taking a break from Crisis Center duty this weekend, so you're hearing from me today and will again tomorrow. As always when in Crisis Center mode, we ask that the day's chat stays focused on tennis until the matches

Luke and I have been listening to a song lately called Cowboy Logic (hat tip to the composers, Don Cook and Chuck Rains). The lyrics go like this: This is a serviceable comparison for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that it works whether you love

by Pete Bodo Greetings. We're now officially well underway in what I've always thought of as, with no malice intended, the "twilight zone" portion of the ATP and WTA calendars—the fall Asian circuit. Three weeks worth of tournaments that seem an ideal fit for the part of the world in

Howdy, Tribe. I've been eager to talk to you all day but the first day back after a week or so off is brutal, as most of you know. That's especially true if you been away, away - completely out of touch with the looking glass of the Internet. I

by Pete Bodo In my post below, I speculated on how the Spanish Davis Cup squad may have missed a great opportunity to give Carlos Moya, the indefatigable Godfather of the Spanish Armada, a chance to end his career in a supernova of tennis glory. It now appears that what

By Jackie, TW Social Director Hi, everyone! This is your new Social Director, Jackie. I could provide you with a lot of autobiographical data in this first post, but I’ll just cut to the chase and tell you about my two greatest interests – tennis and … well, just read

Howdy, folks. A special thanks to Rosangel, for her comprehensive coverage of the BlackRock Masters. I have a feeling she is in the middle of a 36-hour sleep around now. I know how hard she worked to write posts and post those photo galleries that so many of you enjoyed.

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An updated at the ATP rankings this week: