With the eyes of all tennis aficionados on Melbourne, the temperature hit the stratosphere. Players wilted and the officials seemed to think the players should all behave like mad dogs or Englishmen. Some of the Aussies loved it, of course, lording their tolerance for extreme temps over their European competitors. In the three summers we have been in Melbourne, I’ve been to the Open only once, and that was a brief visit. It was way back in 2008. Here’s my write up.

Down Under

I am reblogging this post, the only one I’ve written about the Australian Open.  I wrote this up in January, 2008, the summer we arrived in Australia.  That was a hot one, too, but not as hot as it has been during this last week.  With the eyes of all tennis aficionados on Melbourne, the temperature hit the stratosphere. Players wilted and the officials in charge seem to think they should all behave like mad dogs or Englishmen. Some of the Aussies loved it, of course, lording their tolerance for extreme temps over their European competitors.
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It’s a little late in the day but I lost my tennis virginity yesterday. At the Open. It took about five hours and was relatively painless, though I did get a bit of a burn. I mentioned in my last post that there was a period years ago when I used to…

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