Rennae and Caitlin are recording at the Bowery Hotel, a few sidecars deep, kicking off Memorial Day with run-ins at the bar (Jennifer Hudson, Common… as one does in Manhattan). They dive straight into Djokovic joining the exclusive “100+ ATP titles” club—name-dropping Federer, Nadal, Jimmy Connors, and wondering why Connors, workhorse and wildcard, gets so little retrospective love.
The Novak victory breakdown’s sharp: he should’ve lost, Hurkacz choked an easy forehand, momentum shifted—classic Djokovic poise, walk to the net, “sorry, man.” Then, a trivia nugget: Novak’s first and 100th titles both involved Nicolas Massu. Tennis full-circle.
On coaching, the Andy Murray/Novak split made zero sense to them, with Rennae's sticking with her assessment that sometimes you need a new voice, period. Shoutout to Taylor Fritz too—stuck, needs someone new in the box, Murray maybe? Shelf life for great coaches is four years, tops.
French Open fashion? Nike gets roasted hard for their “zebra crossings” outfits—total miss. Rafa’s plaque at Roland Garros, on the other hand, is dubbed a perfect touch—stylish, emotional, no cringey French “performance art” this time (for once).
Naomi Osaka and Paula Badosa’s match: both struggle to slide, both a little lost, but Badosa edges through. Rennae calls out Osaka’s odd post-match comments about letting her coach down—red flag stuff, and both agree Naomi could use a better team around her.
Rafa’s sendoff gets a much-deserved salute. Rennae gets real: if you don’t like Rafa, “look in the mirror.” The guy’s the gold standard for respect and professionalism.
On tournament picks? If Novak grinds his way far enough, you can’t ever count him out. Iga and Novak both can play their way into form. Coco Gauff’s got a prime draw; Iga’s is a nightmare. As for Zverev—less said, the better. Stop griping, start winning.
They wrap with a quick explainer on why players bang their shoes on clay (it’s all about getting the grip back), tease a possible live pod in NYC, and sign off. Stay tuned!
