The Silver Belles of the National Senior
Women’s Tennis Association Still Want
to Win—Because They Still Can.
Liane Bryson is feeling good. Really good. She’s just come off the court after walloping Brenda Carter in the semifinals, 6–2 both sets, slicing shot after shot and watching Brenda run after them, flailing around like a 5-year-old at her first tennis lesson. Now Liane is sitting under the awning at the courtside patio, legs wide, elbows on her knees, her sweaty blond bob clinging to the nape of her neck. She takes a sip from a water bottle, adjusts her visor, and waves over her friend Dori Devries.