LONDON -- Now I know the real reason our forefathers left this country: the rain.I'm not kidding. The way it's been coming down, I'd have been on a boat, too. "America? Yeah, yeah, fine. Just get me outta here."This has been the wettest week I can remember. At Wimbledon, they have a budding tradition: play a game, run inside, play a game, run inside. It's not strawberries and cream anymore, it's strawberries and skim milk.Excuse me, I have to help pull the tarp over the grass . . .
WIMBLEDON -- Oh, great. As if sitting through a week of rain-interrupted tennis and having a match called because of darkness and getting stuck in the hinterlands of the outside courts where the cheers from the big stadium erupt just as you're trying to serve -- as if all that weren't enough for Todd Martin, today he gets to be the most hated man at Wimbledon, and the enemy of all England.Great."Are you aware or interested in who you're playing in the quarterfinals?" a British reporter coyly asked Martin on Tuesday.
WIMBLEDON, England -- You see lots of ponytails in women's tennis. Some of them will fool you. Take Monday at Wimbledon, a wet, cloudy day that was the grass-court equivalent of a soggy biscuit.Across the net at Centre Court stood two female players, both in short white skirts and designer tennis tops -- and both in ponytails. But on Martina Hingis, who's 15, the hairdo was an extension of her teenage exuberance. On Steffi Graf, 27, the ponytail was all that remained of a carefree life.
Of all the scenes I can picture in my mind -- and with an imagination like mine, that's a pretty nasty collection -- I cannot envision anyone throwing a rat at Jack Nicklaus.
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.