Because winning is the point of everything, we’ve all been taught, in some way or another, how to do it—instructions we carry out with varying degrees of success.
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We ask the eminent and the imminent for their takes on the greatest things they’ve ever seen on a court, and damned if they don’t deliver—each and every one. The first in what will likely become a very long, storied series is by broadcaster, former pro and absolute national treasure Mary Carillo. Hers might just be the greatest of the Greatest.
When tennis players from the 19th century hiked up their trousers, they showed off something that has fascinated fans for well over 100 years: tennis shoes. But just as those trousers and corset-layered dresses gave way to short shorts, the tennis skirt, and even a bodysuit here and there (yeah, we’re talking Serena Williams and Puma-crafted kits), the tennis shoe took on an evolution like no other sneaker has seen.
In 1987, the Australian poet Clive James demanded that he be brought the sweat of Argentinian tennis icon Gabriela Sabatini, writing “For I know it tastes as pure as Malvern water, Though laced with bright bubbles like the acqua minerale.”
Because winning is the point of everything, we’ve all been taught, in some way or another, how to do it—instructions we carry out with varying degrees of success.
When tennis players from the 19th century hiked up their trousers, they showed off something that has fascinated fans for well over 100 years: tennis shoes. But just as those trousers and corset-layered dresses gave way to short shorts, the tennis skirt, and even a bodysuit here and there (yeah, we’re talking Serena Williams and Puma-crafted kits), the tennis shoe took on an evolution like no other sneaker has seen.
We ask the eminent and the imminent for their takes on the greatest things they’ve ever seen on a court, and damned if they don’t deliver—each and every one. The first in what will likely become a very long, storied series is by broadcaster, former pro and absolute national treasure Mary Carillo. Hers might just be the greatest of the Greatest.
In 1987, the Australian poet Clive James demanded that he be brought the sweat of Argentinian tennis icon Gabriela Sabatini, writing “For I know it tastes as pure as Malvern water, Though laced with bright bubbles like the acqua minerale.”
Because winning is the point of everything, we’ve all been taught, in some way or another, how to do it—instructions we carry out with varying degrees of success.