MELBOURNE, Australia (AP)—If Rafael Nadal is getting nervous as he eases closer to winning his fourth consecutive Grand Slam, he sure isn’t showing it. After his 6-2, 6-1, 6-1 win Thursday over American qualifier Ryan Sweeting, the Spanish star appeared as comfortable talking about his next match—against 18-year-old Australian Bernard

WATCH: Tauson snapped Jelena Ostapenko's nine-match winning streak in Luxembourg to win her second WTA title.

Mornin', everyone. It's a quiet Wednesday in New York, as it always is before Thanksgiving. Half the office is out, and as all's quiet on the tennis front. Tomorrow, bright and early, Lisa, Luke and I pull out for the eastern shore of Maryland, to visit with her side of

by Pete Bodo **LONDON—As little as two weeks ago, Rafael Nadal appeared ready to trade his Nike grass-court shoes for a pair of flip-flops, his specially concocted energy and recuperation drink for a pitcher of sangria, and his Babloat Aeropro Drive for a Shakespeare Ugly Stick. But it turns out

One of the great beauties of Davis Cup is that the tournament has been one of the main agents that keeps the game of doubles relevant and intact. Make no mistake, doubles has suffered significantly since the start of the Open era. All you need to do is read the

Howdy, everyone. I got back from Boston late last night, but before I go into that. . . I should have a new post up at ESPN shortly, in which I have a few thoughts on the upcoming Italian Open, arguing that it is essentially the "Almost Major" - that

LONDON -- Serena Williams joined a growing list of marquee names eliminated early at this wild and unpredictable Wimbledon. The defending champion and five-time Wimbledon winner failed to close out a see-saw third set Monday, dropping the last four games to Sabine Lisicki of Germany and losing 6-2, 1-6, 6-4

Well, well, well, it's been quite a 24 hours here. For the first time in the existence of this weblog, I had a bit of an altercation with a faithful reader, we were visited by some truly strange ghosts from TWs past (What is this, yet another holiday-season re-run of

• Picby Pete Bodo* **WIMBLEDON—In the end it isn't really all that complicated, and occasionally the tennis gods send someone to remind us of this: If you hit the ball hard enough and clean enough, and feel no fear or inhibition, you can beat anybody. You can actually see this

by Pete Bodo If you watched Matthew Ebden play Andy Murray this morning (see my Racquet Reaction post for match details), you'll know what I mean when I say Ebden is a "throwback." Although he doesn't crush the big first serve and thunder to the net, you can tell that

Phplggl8dpm [Herewith, the second Installment of Viv's Spectator Slam story, along with a boots-on-the-ground report on how the majors stack up in some key, fan-related ways. Some of her choices will surprise you, but that just means you'll have to go find out for yourself. Thanks for writing this Viv,

PARIS—It was well past the beloved lunch hour of the corporate crowd, and this was the penultimate match scheduled for Court Philippe Chatrier. But this venerable old rectangle with red-clay floor was still more than half empty as the French Open’s No. 4 seed, Simona Halep, and Sloane Stephens met

When Marin Cilic catches fire, he does it in the same way he does most everything else. Quietly, with more light than heat, and almost no noise. Wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that, in this same space, I lamented how hard it was to get a handle on

For the first time in almost exactly two years, a player outside the ATP's current Big Four will win a Masters title—the tournament now underway in Paris, France. What’s more interesting, of course, is that three-quarters of that celebrated foursome had entered Paris, but only two ended up playing, and

Sam by Pete Bodo We're about six weeks into the Euroclay season and well underway at the French Open (the grand finale), and a few American players made some news today. Better late than never, right? John Isner scared the bee-jeezus out of Rafael Nadal over a span of four

My son Luke is just 9, and has about as much interest in tennis as I have in clogging. When he took the obligatory annual trip to the U.S. Open last August, about the only thing he really wanted to do (besides get ice cream and pizza) was play around

88638652 Mornin', everyone. I'm coming up for a little air after a pretty intense day of moving. I won't bore you with the details. Checking the scores today, I noticed that the the fall routine is kicking in: with the exception of Gael Monfils in Metz, the finalists in Bucharest,

by Pete Bodo Howdy, everyone. Novak Djokovic and that other fella—you know, the Spanish guy—caused me to miss my flight out of Fort Lauderdale after the Miami Masters final. I had to lay over until early Monday morning before heading home for New York. I'm up in game-rich Andes now,

PARIS—At just 5’10”, Philipp Kohlschreiber is taller than a Jack Russell terrier, but not by all that much—and that advantage would be considerably reduced if, like the dog, he had to walk and run around on all fours. Kohlschreiber can be just as feisty as that terrier, though, and as

*93479738 by Pete Bodo Howdy, everyone. I'm on a pretty productive streak here - had good, long conversations with Caroline Wozniacki and Andre Agassi yesterday and today (Caroline had just come in from jet-skiing when we spoke; she admitted that she was afraid to go too fast). Not sure exactly