By Randy Walker
@TennisPublisher
Every Tuesday night, the beautiful Boulevard tennis club in Vero Beach, Florida hosts an advanced men’s night where some of the best tennis players in this tennis-loving beachside paradise are invited to play in a social but competitive two-hour round robin outing.
On Tuesday, October 1, 2019 during this twilight session, I finally had my first chance to play on the Stadium Court at The Boulevard, the main court for the annual Mardy Fish Children’s Foundation Tennis Championships, the long-time a U.S. Tennis Association Pro Circuit and ITF World Tennis Tour event that is regarded as the best of this level tennis tournament in the world. Despite being a home-owner in Vero since 1998 and for the last five years running the previously mentioned pro tennis tournament along with Mardy Fish’s father Tom, I had yet to hit a tennis ball in this main stadium court at The Boulevard. This court is the most well-regarded in town, having featured most recently such players as Denis Shapovalov (as seen here:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aH9vtD127e0), Kyle Edmund and Miomir Kecmanovic playing on it during the USTA Pro Circuit event.
However, circumstances that happened to me on this night quickly reminded me of the first time I played on another Stadium Court, a slightly larger one in New York City, that being Arthur Ashe Stadium, the home of the U.S. Open.
I just turned 50 years old in May (during the actual staging of the 2019 Mardy Fish Children’s Foundation Tennis Championships) and, on this breezy night realized I may have just had my first “senior” moment. As I stepped out of my car at the club to get ready to play the men’s advanced night, I grabbed my tennis bag out of the back seat of my car only to quickly realize that there were no tennis racquets in the bag!! Where were they? Were they stolen? I remembered that the last time I used my racquets was two days earlier during a casual Sunday morning hit with my friend Linda Maginness at my mother’s club, The Moorings on the other side of town. I vaguely remember taking all of my racquets out of the bag in the middle of one of our deep talks about Southeastern Conference football. (She is an Alabama grad and I’m a University of Georgia grad). I realized that I left the racquets on the court at The Moorings!!! I quickly called their tennis pro shop and they said that my racquets were safely there and I could pick them up the next morning. My panic somewhat subsided.
Meanwhile, for the advanced men’s night, which featured some former Division I college players, as well as, on occasion, 1986 French Open runner-up and Vero Beach resident Mikael Pernfors, I didn’t have a racquet to use. I ran into my new poolside tennis condo around the corner from the courts (which is available for rental here: https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/37823857?s=5&shared_item_type=1&virality_entry_point=1&sharer_id=149337030) and rummaged around my tennis chest and found two Wilson graphite Pro-Staff racquets that were popular in the late 1980s and 1990s. It was the racquet that Stefan Edberg famously used when won the 1991 and 1992 U.S. Open titles. I could either play with those racquets or a wooden Dunlop Maxfli Fort or Jack Kramer Autograph. Obviously, I had no choice there.
With my ancient Wilson Pro Staff, that was only 90 square inches and loosely strung with dull-feeling “Pro-Blend” string that may have been in the racquet for at least 10 years, I was assigned to play for the first time on the Boulevard’s Stadium Court. I started to hit balls in the warm-up and felt no zing that I normally feel with my Wilson Burn FST racquet that I love and have used since I was first sent it as a trial racquet from Wilson a few years ago. (WATCH: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RGlKtPEJIs)
I had a hard time putting the ball in the court in the warm up and worry and panic immediately engulfed me that I was going to embarrass myself on the court this very evening. It was a feeling and circumstance that was very similar to the first time I had the amazing privilege of playing on Arthur Ashe Stadium in 1999, the third year the stadium was in use after debuting in 1997. On that day, I was invited into a doubles game on the cavernous and wind-engulfed open air stadium that seats 23,000 fans (only 22,700 more than the steel bleachers at the Stadium at The Boulevard) during a pre-U.S. Open social game. However, this social game was with the top brass at the USTA. I was paired with USTA President Judy Levering in a game against Rick Ferman, the Executive Director of the USTA and Pierce O’Neil, the Chief Marketing Officer of the USTA just days before the start of the U.S. Open. There was a little bit of pressure there, playing with, arguably, the three biggest honchos at the USTA as mid-level member of USTA’s Marketing and Communications Division. As a former walk-on member of Georgia’s 1988 and 1989 SEC Championship teams (with an 0-7 career record), I could play some good tennis and I had risen to the occasion playing against USTA top brass in the past, practicing once with Hall of Famer Pam Shriver when she was a USTA Board member and in her last year competing on the WTA Tour, and in perhaps an all-time set of tennis, beating Ferman 6-0 the first time he invited me for a morning singles game shortly after he assumed the head job at the USTA. That was an all-time “zone” set for me but shaky in the job security department.
After a 15 minute warm-up session alongside Levering against Ferman and O’Neil, I hit my last practice serve and… boink. A string in my racquet broke! And I only had one racquet with me!
“Just use my other racquet,” said Ferman, who handed me a one of his extras out of his bag and we immediately started the match. I did not have a chance to hit one practice ball with a completely different racquet, with a different string tension and a different grip size. And I was playing with all of my bosses, on Arthur Ashe Stadium!! Not surprisingly, it was the worst and most embarrassing set of tennis I think I have ever played. I barely could hit a ball in the court. It was probably the most pathetic performance in the history of tennis on Arthur Ashe Stadium and it completely ruined what should have been one of the great experiences of my life.
Fast forward 20 years to the much smaller confines of The Boulevard Stadium Court and I had very similar feelings of anxiety with this strange racquet that I was wielding for the first time in years! But at least I got to warm up with it and Andrew Harper, my partner and real estate guru in Vero Beach, held his own in our doubles match that featured former Vanderbilt University singles player Cliff Norris as one of our opponents. As the night wore on, I gradually got better and more used to the ancient racquet frame. After playing, and losing, the first two matches on the Stadium Court at The Boulevard, I played my third and final doubles set on Court No. 2. My feel was coming back a bit and I actually played quite well in the final games of the night, ripping some great returns and hitting some Edberg-like volleys and half volleys to save three match points in the tiebreaker in a losing 8-6 effort to end the night.
“You played three times as well tonight as you did earlier this summer when we played,” was the nice compliment said by one of my opponents Marcus Kramer, a former standout at Virginia Tech, who had beaten Vince Spadea and 1991 NCAA singles finalist from Georgia Patricio Arnold in his career.
So, the night ended on a somewhat positive night, just as my career on Arthur Ashe Stadium actually did years later. I had a few more chances to hit on Ashe to make up for my disaster in doubles from 1999. The last time I had a chance to hit on the court was before the 2003 U.S. Open, when the USTA wanted to get some play on the court after it had just been resurfaced. I remember remarking at the time after a fun and much more positive hitting session that the court was playing incredibly slow.
“The way these courts are playing, it’s going to be a Juan Carlos Ferrero versus David Nalbandian U.S. Open final” I remember remarking, referencing the reigning French Open champion Ferrero at the time and fellow leading slow-court/clay court standout Nalbandian from Argentina. And I was almost right as Ferrero got to the final, where he lost to Andy Roddick, who saved match point against Nalbandian in the semifinals.