Craig Cignarelli’s Court News
As of this evening, half of the players, who came to play the BNP Paribas in Indian Wells, are finished competing on the court. Some suffered heartbreaking third-setters where a 14-12 tiebreaker decided the win, while others got their tails kicked in.
In the tennis pantheon, we see names like Serena and Federer, Djokovic and Venus, Rafa and Graf. Immortalized by their victories, they’ve become larger-than-life legends who transcend the game and make fans swoon across the globe.
Oracle founder, Larry Ellison’s Tennis Garden continues to grow more spectacular every year. Now replete with nine stadiums, accessible practice courts, and near-Michelin level cuisine, this place competes with the world’s major events.
Please enjoy a silly story By Craig Cignarelli who basically wants to make us smile. But I'm pretty certain he thinks he has used every superlative to expound on Roger Federer already.
Earlier this week, three-hundred coaches descended upon Melbourne Park’s Hisense arena for a six-day educational forum entitled: The Grand Slam Coaches Conference.
If you’re looking for Oz, The Tanderrum Bridge is far a better path than the yellow brick road. One of this year’s tournament’s technological innovations is the Umpire chair, which now requires a seatbelt and lifts the umpire ten feet into the air at the push of a button.
Lauren Davis and Simona Halep have the kind of hearts Andrea Bocelli sings about. When the Rod Laver Arena crowd goes off, it sounds like a Bose Speaker.
Melbourne’s Yarra River flows slow and brown. At its bottom, one sees rusting bicycles from which drunken Aussies have leapt or fallen, a smattering of beer cans which were the former phrase’s root cause, and a slew of slain tennis balls likely batted from the frame of a mid-practice Nick Kyrgios.
In 2008, I was sitting at the BNP Paribas in Indian Wells and the gentleman beside me whispered something about statistics. For the past two decades, he’d worked for several national governments, performing economic modeling and then spitting out enough data to give their budgetary bean counters the shrieking fantods.
It is the final evening of the Congress. With the crowd now dressed for the closing banquet, blister tape peeks out from high heels and suntanned faces now light up the room.
After an impassioned speech by Ollie Stephens, on Thursday evening, creator PJ Simmons banged the gavel and launched the 2017 US Tennis Congress. When the sun rose the following morning, two-hundred fifty participants began a four day journey into tennis’ hinterlands.
Across the prairie they rumble, Nike-covered feet trampling the dusty earth to converge upon the El Conquistador Resort in the arid Arizona desert.
Tonight’s Taste of Tennis event at the "W" Hotel in midtown Manhattan brought out a doubles pairing of tennis stars and culinary whizzes.
When I was young, the term “flushing” meant I was using the facilities properly. By college, it was a phrase from a card game. Today, it means the US Open Tennis Championships and I prefer this version to either other type of flush.
They sat in Wimbledon’s plastic seats holding hands. He had grey hair and leathery skin and big blue eyes which whispered “photograph me.”
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