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Only the Most Tenacious Thrive on the Terre Battue
Rolex Testimonees Garbiñe Muguruza, and last year's women's singles champion Coco Gauff reflect on what it takes to lift the Suzanne-Lenglen trophy at Stade Roland-Garros in Paris.
Rafael Jódar Isn’t Waiting for Anyone
Sinner and Alcaraz have split the last two calendar years of Grand Slams and counting, and have set themselves scarily far apart from the rest of the pack. But beneath their momentous, center-stage war, another is incubating.
Postcard from Egypt: I Turned a Vacation into an ITF
One 37-year old former D3 player trying to stay fit while traveling with her husband and toddler gets carried away and enters a pro tournament at the encouragement of her hotel pro. What could go wrong?
Dad Had a Bad Day, A Winning Tennis Novel
In Ashton Politanoff’s new novel, a man defenseless against his repetition compulsion unravels in chiseled and unnerving prose.

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Murder on a Roman Tennis Court
Renaissance painter Caravaggio killed a man at Campo Marzio, surrounded by pimps and pallacorda.
What’s Next for Sloane Stephens is What’s Next for Tennis
Between Patrick Mouratoglou’s Ultimate Tennis Showdown, India’s Tennis Premier League, and INTENNSE, innovators are looking for ways to shorten matches, add pizzazz, and balance inequities in an attempt to draw, and keep, a younger crowd.
The Disappearing American College Tennis Player
These days, American college tennis is barely that: American
A Playable Feast
There’s something wonderful about seeing “closed for the season” on a hotel’s website. They’re just four words, but they say so much: we don’t wring every penny from this property; this location has a “season;” this hotel values your experience far too much to stay open during sub-par weather. “Closed for the season” has a lot of sexy indifference to it; it makes you want to visit even more.

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