I might be the wrong guy to ask, because I’m constantly seeing greatness on the court. And not just when good-guy Dimitrov slaps an on-the-run passing forehand cannon that paints the line, or Wabi Sabi (our household nickname for Sabalenka) absolutely crushes a serve-plus-one, or Medvedev manages a backhand return pass from fifteen feet behind the baseline against a charging serve-and-volleyer.
I find myself mesmerized even by the most pedestrian, everyday, routine tennis. J.J. “Hide Your Moms” Wolf and Marcos “Quad Squad” Giron hitting clean crosscourt forehands on the Indian Wells practice courts. Taylor “Tay Tay” Townsend and Vika “I’m Still Here” Azarenka in a long backhand to forehand exchange on a smaller court in Charleston, the ball a blur of topspin.
How can I possibly pick a greatest?