Wimbledon's GOLDEN Girl!

The Williams Sisters' reign has ended. A gorgeous, powerful 17-year-old Russian kicked Serena right in the ASS.



After a day of nausea, blood tests, and a long nap (I just got up again), I click onto Wimbledon's sight and there it is! I was at the doctor this morning at 9, so I couldn't see the match. Shame I didn't! I watched Maria kill the Japanese girl the other night, so I knew it would be her and Serena. WOW is all I can say.



Tennis is a secret love of mine, and it was the only thing all those evil girls' schools I survived gave me. The power, the placement, the strategy, the competitiveness: even better than ice skates, I'll tell ya! Many a summer, I put away my roller skates, gave my crossovers a rest, and traipsed merrily to 17th Avenue Park just to smack the ball against the concrete wall. Bay 8th street park had great courts, too. The last full game I played was on the Brooklyn College campus in May 1993 before my left knee fell apart. After that, I knew I'd never play again, at least not on concrete. In 1997, my right knee was scoped, and that was the nail in my tennis coffin. I fancied wrapping my knees and going off to play with friends in Queens in 1998, but I thought I'd be right back in the hospital. Between gymnastics, dancing, jogging on concrete and tennis, it's amazing my knees held up at all. Skating was actually preserving my hamstrings and quads, Dr. Goldstein told me, despite people telling me it was skating that did me in. Good thing I kept up with it. I limit my jumps, stretch before sit spins, and do a lot of crossrolls.



I guess this is why you can't pull me away from the sports pages in June/July. I miss going up to net and tapping the ball in--that surprise look of "oh shit" from the other player....sigh. It's something I miss dearly, but not the ice packs and ace bandages afterwards.



There's still the U.S. Open in September. I'll be watching intently from Mustang Sally's, like I always do.