The paper of record. All the news that's fit to print. About every imaginable topic under the sun... Except tennis. Like any curious citizen of Info-nation, the Racqonteur relies on The New York Times for its exhaustive reporting and occasional insight. Too bad the paper treats the great sport of tennis with about as much interest as chili-eating contests and curling. Outside of the slams, tennis coverage is whittled down to microscopic score boxes, while endless column inches are lavished on the meat and potato sports. One precious exception has been the Times' intermittent glossy sports magazine, Play, which has printed such fabulous tennis writing as David Foster Wallace's ode to Federer. Too bad the paper leaves tennis out in the cold the rest of the time.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
The Grey Lady's Blindspot
The paper of record. All the news that's fit to print. About every imaginable topic under the sun... Except tennis. Like any curious citizen of Info-nation, the Racqonteur relies on The New York Times for its exhaustive reporting and occasional insight. Too bad the paper treats the great sport of tennis with about as much interest as chili-eating contests and curling. Outside of the slams, tennis coverage is whittled down to microscopic score boxes, while endless column inches are lavished on the meat and potato sports. One precious exception has been the Times' intermittent glossy sports magazine, Play, which has printed such fabulous tennis writing as David Foster Wallace's ode to Federer. Too bad the paper leaves tennis out in the cold the rest of the time.
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