Monday, May 3, 2010

Year Gone By

Stunning for me to think about how it's been a year since I started this thing (minus 2-days) and I only missed my pledge of one blog entry per day by 273 entries (honestly, the over/under was 1 week).

The biggest thing was that holding me up was I would usually get to the point of "almost" finishing a post and then saying to myself, 'I'll wrap this up tomorrow', and naturally 18 days would go by before the thought would even occur to me to check back, by which time the post was hopelessly outdated. Witness this entry from what was intended to be the epic last entry from Australia (I styled it as a Bill Simmons-esque "running diary"):

11:27 AM: Got a note about tonight's broadcast, or should I say an assignment: please help compile some photos for quick features that will compare the long British tennis drought with other suffering sports institutions: the Chicago Cubs and the city of Cleveland. Anybody who knows me knows at least a couple of things:
1) It's not that I think the world would be better off if the Cubs organization didn't exist...I know it for a fact.
2) The same principle applies to the city of Cleveland.
So reading this, the first thing that comes to mind for me is not how I now "have" to help design a feature that puts these utter failures on display, it's that I get to. This was the last-minute jolt I needed to get my enthusiasm back to the proper level!

With the benefit of two month's hindsight though, this diary was too good to let it be consigned to internet scrap heap. I'll post the full thing later tonight (I can tell you all wait with baited breath...)

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Down Under, Day 16: Another Lazy Day in St. Kilda

It's amazing to think about everything that's gone on over the course of the last 16 days, and now my time in Australia is just about finished. Soon I'll have to trade 24 degrees Celsius for 24 degrees Fahrenheit (far from a fair exchange if you ask me), but I can't get greedy at this stage. I've been incredibly fortunate to have the chance to come down here and be a small part of an amazing team. Plus, I still can rub it in for a little while longer. Check out the view from St. Kilda tonight:


I'm a Midwestern guy, so I don't have high beach standards (and trust me St. Kilda, you're a far improvement from St. Joe Beach just off campus back at Notre Dame), but I'm told by people who know such things that St. Kilda's pretty far down the list of Australia's best beaches...or maybe not even on it. Having seen some of the vistas on the Australia tourism film shoots, I can see where they are coming from, but I'm certainly in no mood to complain. The sun was shining and the water was a cool 70 degrees (maybe colder, but it felt good to just lean back and float in the ocean with nothing to do for a brief while).

Back at the hotel now and relaxing for a brief moment; currently Serena Williams and Justine Henin are locked in a close fight for the women's title. I'm heading back to the park to check out the gift shop, which I hope is in an "Everything Must Go/Cut Prices Like Crazy Eddie" mode. Even if not, I promise I'll bring back some cool stuff.

One day more, and then the great Australian journey is finished...

Friday, January 29, 2010

Down Under, Day 15: The Genius Really IS At Work

“What moves those of genius, what inspires their work, is not new ideas, but their obsession with the idea that what has already been said is still not enough.”

I wish I could get better-quality versions of the "panorama" shots to appear in these posts themselves, but I guess they are just too big. Click on the photo above to get a better widescreen appreciation of the view inside Rod Laver Arena. The "stitch" program on my Mac actually does a real good job of linking together the iPhone photos in order to make a nice whole, even if certain people manage to appear in two places at once (look carefully at the ballkid in pink standing near the net).

Got a chance to see a match tonight for the first time at a slam, and it was a pretty good first trip - Roger Federer vs. Jo-Wilfried Tsonga in the semifinals of the year's first major. The match itself promised a lot of sizzle, and as long as you were a Federer die-hard, it delivered. Those who enjoy competitive tennis were probably a little let down, as it looked like Federer was hardly trying and knocked out Tsonga cold in 90 minutes 6-2, 6-3, 6-2.

Up in the corner of the arena, as they are at every match he plays down here, there was a group that I can only surmise is the Roger Federer Stalkers Club of Melbourne. I have seen them on footage of every Federer match, every Federer practice, and I'm not talking about only here in 2010. It's like they hibernate for the rest of the year and emerge in Australia only for these two weeks. Anyway, they carry a big banner (cherry red like the Swiss flag) that proclaims "Shh!! Genius at work!" Having now seen him live and in person, I have to completely agree.

It's not that Federer can never be beaten (ask Rafael Nadal or Juan Martin del Potro of Argentina), it only seems that way. When he's on his game, and he's very rarely off it, the stunning thing isn't so much the quality of his tennis as much as the way he delivers it. I'm far from an expert on the game, but even I know great athleticism and a wonderful shot when I see one. Federer seems to have both in excess and hardly ever seems to be trying that hard to provide them. With a lot of other players that's not the case - you see the sweat, hear the grunts, can tell just how hard & far they're pushing themselves to be great. Federer might as well be lounging on the back porch with an iced tea for all the "effort" he appears to be giving.

This is his secret, of course. Probably because he routinely carves up high-quality opponents (Tsonga is a Top 10 player and made the final here in 2008), we take for granted how hard he must work, how deep his desire runs. It has to, otherwise he'd be bored out of his mind and retired by now. The guy simply loves to play tennis, watch tennis, and more than likely enjoys watching himself beat others while playing tennis. It was far from a scintillating match tonight - the most newsworthy event happened in the post-match interview when Federer fueled the fire of Andy Murray by joking, "He'll have to win the first title for British tennis in 150,000 years or something like that" - but it was amazing to see Federer play. And if we are going to proclaim the man a genius on the tennis court (there'd be few, if any, counter-arguments), we ought to remember what Thomas Edison said:

“Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.”

Video of match point:

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Down Under, Day 14: Stupid Tourist Questions

I noticed on the first day that I was impressed by the good-humored and fun-loving nature of the Australians, particularly how they could tackle the cheeky questions from dumb tourists with considerable flair. Just outside of the operations office in the broadcast compound is the following list, which I think sufficiently demonstrates my point:
Q: Does it ever get windy in Australia? I have never seen it rain on TV, so how do the plants grow? (UK)
A: Upwards, out of the ground, like the person who asked this question, who themselves will need watering if their IQ drops any lower...

Q: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (USA)
A: Depends on how much beer you've consumed ...

Q: Which direction should I drive - Perth to Darwin or Darwin to Perth - to avoid driving with the sun in my eyes? (Germany)
A: Excellent question, considering that the tournament is being held in Melbourne.

Q: I want to walk from Perth to Sydney - can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden)
A: Sure, it's only three thousand miles, so you'll need to have started about a year ago to get there in time...

Q: Is it safe to run around in the bushes in Australia? (Sweden)
A: And accomplish what?

Q: It is imperative that I find the names and addresses of places to contact for a stuffed porpoise. (Italy)
A: I'm not touching this one...

Q: My client wants to take a steel pooper-scooper into Australia. Will you let her in? (South Africa)
A: Why? We do have toilet paper here...

Q: Are there any ATMs in Australia? Can you send me a list of them in Brisbane, Cairns, Townsville and Hervey Bay? (UK)
A: No, I can't.

Q: Where can I learn underwater welding in Australia? (Portugal)
A: Under water?

Q: Do the camels in Australia have one hump or two? (UK)
A: What's the time frame?

Q: Can I bring cutlery into Australia? (UK)
A: Why bother? Use your fingers like the rest of us ...

Q: Do you have perfume in Australia? (France)
A: No. Everybody stinks.

Q: Do tents exist in Australia? (Germany)
A: Yes, but only in sporting supply stores, peoples' garages, and most national parks ...

Q: Can I wear high heels in Australia? (UK)
A: This HAS to have been asked by a blonde ...

Q: Can you tell me the regions in Tasmania where the female population is smaller than the male population? (Italy)
A: Yes. Gay nightclubs.

Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in Australia? (France)
A: Yes. At Christmas.

Q: Can I drive to the Great Barrier Reef? (Germany)
A: Sure, if your vehicle is amphibious.

Q: Are there killer bees in Australia? (Germany)
A: Not yet, but we'll see what we can do when you get here.

Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Australia? (USA)
A: What's this guy smoking, and where do I get some?

Q: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk available all year round? (Germany)
A: Another blonde?

Q: Please send a list of all doctors in Australia who can dispense rattlesnake serum. (USA)
A: I love this one ... there are no rattlesnakes in Australia.

Q: Which direction is North in Australia? (USA)
A: Face North and you should be about right.

Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA)
A: Americans have long had considerable trouble distinguishing between Austria and Australia.

Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Australia, but I forget its name. It's a kind of bear and lives in trees. (USA)
A: Would you believe the Panda?

Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. Can you tell me where I can sell it in Australia? (USA)
A: From Liz Taylor, perhaps?

Q: Are there places in Australia where you can make love outdoors? (Italy)
A: Yes. Outdoors.

Q: I was in Australia in 1969 on R+R, and I want to contact the girl I dated while I was staying in Kings Cross. Can you help? (USA)
A: No. And even if I could ...

Q: Will I be able to speek English most places I go? (USA)
A: Yes, but you'll have to learn it first.
Naturally, I was a little disappointed to find out that this wasn't quite the solid-gold article it appears to be. Rather than be an actual list of responses from the Australian Tourism Board, it is (like most things these days) a popular and widely circulated internet urban legend. It first spread during the run-up to the 2000 Sydney Olympics and has since been slightly reworked; versions exist for the upcoming World Cup in South Africa ("kangaroos in the street" became "elephants in the street") and Vancouver, for the Winter Games which start in February ("I want to walk from Vancouver to Toronto..."). Full details on the "legend" here.

One of the interesting things to note is how many international fans are here at the tournament - as I chronicled, for many people Australia isn't exactly a short trip across town, it's 10,000 miles in any direction. But there's been a healthy contingent for just about every player here, which of course doesn't hurt when organizers are trying to sell the game as an international spectacle (they call this tournament, alternatively, "Your ticket to the world" or "Where the world comes to play"). British, Chinese, Greek, Serbian, Croatian, Spanish, Swedish, Swiss, Argentines, Chileans, and I'm pretty sure I saw an Australian or two (plus a couple of Yankees). It all gives the "happy slam" a true melting pot feel that I haven't noticed - at least not to the same degree - at Wimbledon and the US Open.

So while, no lie, I was a little let down to realize our list of stupid tourist questions wasn't an original Australian work of art, there's no question that they know how to have fun down here - and are more than eager to welcome everybody to the party.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Down Under, Day 13: Rockets Red Glare

Moving on to the late stage of the tournament, so the chaos of the early days cedes to the intensity that descends now that only a few big names and big matches are left to go. Serena Williams was facing a steep up-hill climb today after dropping the first set and being down 4-0 in the second, but she surged all the way back to win in three against Victoria Azarenka.

Last night was the celebration of Australia Day, the rough down under equivalent to the Fourth of July, complete with a booming fireworks spectacular. Play was actually stopped for ten minutes at Rod Laver Arena (Andy Murray playing Rafael Nadal at the time) so the show could fill the air with loud - very loud - explosions before resuming the tennis. A quick little iPhone video I grabbed of it:

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Down Under, Day 12: Hurt So Bad

Although I'll always have a special place in my heart for swimming & water polo (and be more than ready to throw down with people who wonder "just how hard can it be to splash around in the pool") one of the things I'm noticing more and more about tennis is the deceptively grueling nature of the sport.

As a professional endeavor, tennis was never the laid-back country club affair most of the world associates it with. You always had to be fit, athletic, and agile if you were going to keep up. But in today's game, with stronger and faster players and rapidly evolving technology, the grind has become nearly too much to bear for even the most freakishly fit of athletes. We saw that in living color today as two of the most recognizable stars in the men's game bowed out of the tournament, both having their game severely undercut by injuries.

First, this afternoon (late last night for those of you back in the states), Andy Roddick struggled and gutted through five agonizing sets against Marin Cilic before losing 6-3 in the fifth. He called out the trainer on two separate occasions to look at a shoulder injury that first popped up during his match Sunday against Fernando Gonzalez, and said afterwards he was losing feeling in his fingers during the first two sets. A shot of painkillers and creative re-working of the game plan brought him from two sets down against Cilic, but he wasn't able to climb all the way back. Another hearty effort for naught in the past 12 months for Roddick, after a similar rally at the US Open ended with a fifth-set tiebreak loss to John Isner, which of course followed the memorable Wimbledon final last July against Roger Federer.

On to the evening session (which is really early in the morning back home): the defending champion of the event was dethroned with a retirement for the second straight year. Like Novak Djokovic in 2009 against Roddick, Rafael Nadal was being abused in the quarterfinals by an opponent named Andy (Murray, the #5 seed from Scotland), then ultimately threw in the towel. Stunning on a number of levels considering all the justified "freak of nature" praises the Spaniard gets, and it was a pretty swift turn of events watching it live down here. Nadal was his usual full-throttled self when the match began, popping off a couple impressive rallies and the super-charged reactions that go with them, but Murray capitalized on two early opportunities to break serve & take the first set. That's when the wear and tear began to set in, and Nadal appeared to pull up with a "tweaked" knee in the late stages of the match before retiring at 3-0 in the third. Even before the moment of injury though, he was beginning to show noticeable signs of battle fatigue from the Murray onslaught.

This is impressive on the Murray side of things because not many players - not even Federer - have the distinction of bullying Nadal to the point of tapping out. Yet that's precisely what the champion did after 3 dismal games to open the third set while already trailing 2 sets to none. Nadal admitted afterward the move had a little calculation behind it in terms of the "big picture" - he felt he had no chance to win the match and saw no reason to risk another major setback to knees that had spent the second half of 2009 in rehabilitation mode. He'll be out for a month, but who knows what condition he'll be in when he comes back.

Roddick and Nadal were merely the latest in a long line of walking wounded at this event, which you would think (given its status at the first major and only the third or fourth tournament overall in the calendar) could avoid seeing a lot of players worn down by injury. Yet that's precisely what has happened to many top players: Juan Martin del Potro of Argentina (wrist), Jo-Wilfried Tsonga (wrist), Tommy Haas (back), Roddick (shoulder), Nadal (knee), Marcos Baghdatis (knees and shoulder), Lleyton Hewitt (hip), and Robin Soderling (elbow/exhaustion...proving again my "knowledge" of the sport, I was convinced this Swede could make a run deep to the tournament final. What a stupid I am). The women aren't faring much better: top seed Serena Williams keeps adding more gauze around her knees & thighs with every match she plays, as does Justine Henin (you'd think with two years off at least she would be fresh). The same night Roddick was soldiering on against Gonzalez, the women's #2 seed Dinara Safina hobbled off the court, retired with ankle & back pain.

So is it that this sport takes too much out of you, or even weirder, not enough? The fact that the Australian Open occurs so early in the calendar may be part of the problem - players not only were still playing regularly until November of 2009, denying them a true off-season, they then have to urge themselves into top form on the heels of a very short break for the holidays. The level of tennis just isn't there across the board at the start of a season which follows so quickly on the heels of the old one, and players scrambling to keep up find themselves in the infirmary more than the winner's circle.

Despite whatever calendar problems might be out there - plenty of top men & women are on the record with complaints that the season is too long - here's my theory on what might seem like an abnormal pile-up of injuries: the athleticism it takes to be a professional tennis player now is off the charts. Even big lumbering guys like Cilic & JMDP of Argentina have a stunning amount of power & agility; if they didn't, there would simply be no hope for them to compete. And when you have a group of athletes constantly pushing each other to the physical limit like that, injuries happen. The human body was only designed to take so much abuse, to be stopped & started & turned on a dime only so often before it snaps under pressure. You just hope players figure out ways to battle through it.

** Pretty long entry today, but I didn't get in the daily note on Australian culture. That's a little surprising considering today was Australia Day, the continent-nation's answer to the Fourth of July, complete with an absolutely stunning fireworks display that would rival anything we see back home on Independence Day. I grabbed a quick video; I'll post that tomorrow. Fair trade?

Monday, January 25, 2010

Down Under, Day 11: Meanwhile, back in Los Angeles...

It's already late in the evening on Monday, but I wanted to put this out there so everybody who might not have already been linked to it can see it. This is straight-up inspirational stuff. The Late Night saga has been recapped and dissected by probably millions of bloggers by now, so I won't chew up many more megabytes with my own thoughts except to say this: it would have been so easy to view this moment as cheap and insincere, the tradeoff Conan had to give to NBC in an exchange for them to be embarrassed as little as possible considering how much they've monumentally f*&ked things up to this point.

It wasn't. It was 100% genuine from the gut - and this from a man who absolutely got screwed with his pants on in front of a worldwide television audience. If Conan O'Brien can stand up and say these things, at a moment when nobody would blame him for being bitter and stand-offish, than there might just be hope for the rest of us.

Ladies & Gentleman, Conan's Final Thoughts: