On Wednesday I took advantage of the weather and my own luck being in New York at the right time of year, and spent the better part of the day in Flushing Meadows, Queens, watching the US Open tennis. I had a ticket for Arthur Ashe Stadium, but I actually had more fun wandering around the back courts, where only a couple dozen fans were watching each match. While back there, I had a front row seat to watch ex-champ Svetlana Kuznetsova, the seventh seed, win her match.
After taking in the frantic play of a mens’ doubles match, I headed into the stadium and started climbing. Up and up and up and then, when I thought I couldn’t get any higher, up one more steep level. This didn’t make for very good photos, but on the other hand I had a great bird’s eye view of Serena Williams absolutely crushing her opponent, 6-3, 6-0. I don’t know whether she’s the greatest of all time – former Fort Worth resident Martina Navratilova has a pretty strong claim – but she’s in the mix, and getting to watch her in a Grand Slam at the height of her powers was really a privilege.
When I got tired of the sun I took the LIRR ( thanks Joey for that tip -way faster than the subway) back to the city and did some souvenir shopping before heading to the Upper East Side, where I had dinner with my friends Dustin and Stephen at Darbar, a favorite Indian restaurant of theirs. We sat and chatted about everything and nothing for a couple of hours, until the staff gently prodded us to leave. As with the night before, we were the last customers, though not quite as much wine was involved last night. It was pleasant outside, and I walked back to the Village, popped into a bar to watch a bit of karaoke, and made it home a bit after midnight on my next-to-last full day in New York.
I apologize for the terrible pun in the title of this post.