I ran into a limping and hurried Jimmy Connors racing down the stairs from the player’s lounge en route to the men’s locker room.
I asked him what color his sweater vest would be for Andy Roddick’s afternoon match today at Ashe. (Connors has had an odd obsession with vests in his time coaching at Read More
The Switch
No one in this town likes to talk about it, but with the first cool licks of autumn comes a profound and sudden shift in the sexual power structure of women in New York. Simply put, the body girls go out, the face girls come in.
It goes like this: The Read More
Twenty years ago, you went to the U.S. Open to see Bjorn Borg, John McEnroe and Jimmy Connors. Now you go to see Anna Kournikova, Venus Williams and Martina Hingis–a triumvirate Ms. Hingis cheerfully dubbed “the Spice Girls of tennis.”
If to sit in Arthur Ashe Stadium at the height of the tournament as airplanes Read More
