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Something to know about me in 2025 is that I’ve become the neighborhood voyeur. Four freshly renovated tennis courts opposite my apartment beckon me daily; a hooked index finger tempting me with good, honest time. An hour’s all I need to thrash about, try and prove something inconsequential to myself, defog the mirrors of my mind and leave a better woman. Only instead of playing, I watch. 

Sease, with a little help from Feliciano Lopez, takes over the Italian Riviera.

Petko joins Rennae on the pod to recap an eventful Sunshine Double, where Aryna Sabalenka and the women are more than making up for the existential dilemma facing men's tennis as the stars continue to fade and the new faces falter. Plus: A daring new t-shirt design inspired by the legend herself, Serena.

Rennae and Caitlin attempt to break down the well-intentioned? Ill-intentioned? obvious yet nonsensical? PTPA lawsuit filed against both tours as well as clear up the rules about acute injuries, discuss the Raducanussaince and give some deserved guff to the tournament organizers.

A vacation turned one aspiring player into a tournament volunteer in the Philippines.

Alexander Aguiar is a photographer based in Miami who is capturing scenes and matches around the second half of the Sunshine Double for Racquet. His impressionistic photography captures the heavy conditions in South Florida as well as the brightest stars on both tours.

Given our two-week Tennis Garden residency, we can confidently report that the 2025 tournament went off without a hitch—unless you count swirling winds that sometimes stopped play, but Tennis Paradise can hardly be held accountable for that. 

Martin Parr missed the point. While his tennis photography is iconic, photographing the Grand Slams misses the true heart of tennis culture. The Slams are for show; their prestige (and prize money) commands peak effort and passion from the players, and the fans are there to be entertained. Indian Wells is different.

This year's pre-tournament festivities also fell on Oscars weekend meant that the worlds of sports and entertainment overlapped even more than they usually do—Coco Gauff turned up at the Academy Awards and Aryna Sabalenka hit the Vanity Fair Oscar Party. But the LA landscape, just weeks after devastating fires ripped through many parts of the city, was one in need of a comeback.

The first few days here at the tournament were for the die-hards. The ones who watch streaming matches all year, who know the players at every level—way below the top 100—and want to watch them try to play their way into the main draw of the BNP Paribas Open. By the weekend, all that changed.