I thought Paris would be balmy, but it was still cold and damp, in fact it snowed, so I came home. In Brooklyn as in this strange zone where the federal capital is housed with all the trappings of Arab billionaire tyrants, spring is breaking out, so I unpacked the tennis gear I had not unpacked and headed back to my home courts. Let me tell you, there’s no place like home.
But alas, tennis has taken some serious hits lately. The year began with reports of match fixing even unto the Grand Slam events. I am keeping my powder dry and my fingers crossed on that one because I refuse to be drawn into the speculative rumor mongering that so much of our media indulge in instead of doing their job. Suffice it to say that the sport’s integrity unit found suspicious betting activity around certain matches and are following up. However, the umps who were found to be engaging in bets, regardless of whether or not they were officiating, got it in the neck.
Then, as I flew back to the safety of our blessed land, one of the sport’s best known figures, Maria Sharapova, was at a press conference in Los Angeles pleading guilty to a drug violation.