Showing posts with label tennis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tennis. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Yo Momma

Call the doctor, I've got a mean case of tennis fever. This week I'm working at the US Open, and included in the gig is a golden ticket good for access to any match. Thus I've been watching a buttload of fuzz slapping, as you can imagine.

Hopefully you all caught Federer's poetic triumph over Igor Andreev last night. Roger looks hungry, making frequent visits to the net, which makes the spectating oh so entertaining, especially after watching Djokovic and Robredo camp out at the baseline playing tennis hot potato all afternoon.

Prime time tonight, sororal showdown with Venus and Serena, but tune in early or program the Tivo to catch Scotsman Andy Murray take on Juan Martin Del Potro, de Arhentina, 2 evenly matched, up and coming whipper-snappers (20 & 19 yrs old, seeds 6 & 17 respectively). Extra bonus here is the saucy underlying beef; during a changeover at a tourney in May, Murray wanted an apology from Del Potro for beaming a volley at his dome piece, which led J-Mart to quip something about Murray always being a whiner, like his mom. You can hear the whole exchange in this vid:



Sounds like Del Potro needs a talkin-to from Mr. T. Murray claims it's squashed, when he steps on the court he's just trying to win, blablabla, but you know there's still some blood in the water. Especially since while discussing the issue Murray was making this face.

Also tune in after the Williamses to see good old American boy Mardy Fish get eviscerated by Nadaladollabillsyall (match time prediction: 35 mins). And if any of you bucketheads make it to the club level, be sure to holler at your boy Ultramafic at the Ralph Lauren store, ogglin trophy wives and peddlin cashmere like crack.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Pistol Pete

7 Wimbledons, 5 U.S. Opens, 2 Aussie Opens, world #1 six years in a row, Jordan-esque ups...

Watch the guy at 0:56

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Nadal's GF

Spanks Rog at the French, dethrones him at Wimbledon, and he's got a hotter girlfriend.

Guess that just about settles it... Game, set, and match Rafa--

Maria%20Francesca%204.jpg

(via TMZ)

Monday, July 7, 2008

9-7 in the Fifth

MLers converged yesterday for breakfast, lunch, and dinner at Wimbledon. If you missed the marathon match, be sure to catch the replays on ESPN Classic this week. Johnny Mac called it "the best match" he'd ever seen, and I'd have to agree.

I've seen some compelling tennis matches over the years - Connors' fistpump-fest, Sampras' puke-fest spring to mind - but in terms of quality of play, nothing has ever come close to yesterday's final. Both players were incredibly poised and sharp and gamely. It was some tight tennis.

The ATP's upcoming months are gonna be spicy - with the Olympics and the American summer leading up to the US Open. Get your tickets now, the next Rog / Rafa rumble should be raucus.

.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

John McEnroe: Modern Art Aficcionado


John McEnroe recently donated a 1986 Andy Warhol portrait of himself with former wife Tatum O'Neal to Sotheby's, which sold for £241250 (all proceeds went to Habitat for Humanity).

researching further, I learned a bit more about McEnroe's enormous passion for art.


"
It was really my friend Vitas Gerulaitis who got me looking. He was four years older than me, someone I looked up to," McEnroe explained in an interview. Gerulaitis introduced him to photorealism (Chuck Close, Richard Estes, Audrey Flack, Tom Blackwell).

Gerulaitis, like McEnroe, loved the NYC club scene and living large in the late seventies and early eighties. Gerulaitis was an overtly generous and flamboyant regular of Studio 54, where he'd roll up in his mustard-colored Rolls Royce.

Gerulaitis took McEnroe to SoHo galleries and clubs like Studio 54 where he met & developed friendships with prominent (and to-be-prominent) artists as Andy Warhol, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Kenny Scharf, Keith Haring, Eric Fischle (who exchanged his art with McEnroe for tennis lessions in 1992), and Francisco Clemente.

"In the late '70s, no matter what party I went to, the same guy would always follow me around with a camera," he recalls. "It was annoying, especially since I was trying to pick up chicks. Finally I asked, 'Who is this weird-looking guy?' And somebody said, Andy Warhol," McEnroe explained.

McEnroe likes "art with energy" where manual skills are evident. McEnroe's art investments quickly flourished into a well respected collection. In 1993 McEnroe opened his own gallery on Greene Street. Most recently, McEenroe commissioned 60s pop artist Ed Ruscha to make a piece with the words "YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS" on it.

"I always liked it when people called me an artist on the court," McEnroe says. "It was as if they were saying my style was something they couldn't really relate to and they had to look at the game through me."

to read more about McEnroe & his Art refer to "When McEnroe Met Warhol", and An Invasion of Privacy










Friday, May 23, 2008

lacoste future

lacoste future: lacoste's 75 year anniversary campaign. nice visuals.


Recent Posts