Tears and cheers for Roddick's last match

By Art Spander

NEW YORK -- The end had arrived, and Andy Roddick, tears in his eyes, love in his heart, was blowing kisses to a cheering, standing crowd whose desperate cries of support couldn't hold off inevitability any more than Roddick on this fateful afternoon could hold off Juan Martin del Potro.

In the seats at Arthur Ashe Stadium, Roddick's wife, the model Brooklyn Decker, was weeping openly on the shoulder of Roddick's longtime trainer, Doug Spreen. To the side of the court, Del Potro was clapping on the strings of his racquet.

Emotion was mixing with history.

A match that had started Tuesday night before the rain swept across the Billie Jean King Tennis Center concluded on a sunny but grim afternoon when Del Potro, younger, quicker, beat Roddick, 6-7 (1), 7-6 (4), 6-2, 6-4, in the fourth round of the U.S. Open.

Last Thursday on his 30th birthday, Roddick, who won the Open in 2003, announced when he was out of the tournament this time, he was out of competitive tennis.  

He was retiring, conceding as much to injuries as age. He made it through three previous matches. But not through this one.

And as the forehands flew past and the deficit grew larger, Roddick began to think what the rest of us were thinking about, that this 55th match in the Open would be his very last anywhere.

That his journey as a tennis pro was moments from the finish line.

"Playing the last five games was pretty hard," agreed Roddick. "Once I got down a break, I could barely look at my box."

At his bride. At Spreen. At Larry Stefanki, his coach, the onetime Cal star. Or at his parents, Jim and Blanche, whose presence called down echoes of when Andy and his brothers were kids and being shuttled from tournament to tournament by their mom.

"This was all new to me," said Roddick later. "You try to keep it as best you can. I had seen most things that this game had to offer, and this was entirely new . . .  It was fun. This week I felt like I was 12 years old and playing in a park. It was extremely innocent."

It was extremely revealing. Roddick said a week ago he could no longer practice as he must and play as he wanted. "I never wanted to coast," was his reminder. And he never did, not even in this grand finale.

The last point was a shot wide by Roddick, who walked bravely to the net where Del Potro, who will be 24 in a few days, embraced him in a brief goodbye.

"It was a tough moment for me," said Del Potro. "And for him also. Last point of his life."

Del Potro, the Argentine, won the title here in 2009 then had to undergo surgery on his right wrist, knocking him out of the sport for a while. In his next match, the quarterfinals, Del Potro faces the defending Open champion, Novak Djokovic.

"The crowd was amazing for both players," emphasized Del Potro. "I really enjoyed it that way, but it wasn't easy for me. I was nervous, but he made some misses. But anyway, it was an unbelievable match."

For Roddick, once No. 1 in the rankings, in 2003, before Roger Federer, before the injuries, before the tough defeats, it was a satisfying match, a match that he understood would be played over the years in his head.

Since the departures of first Pete Sampras and then Andre Agassi, Roddick was ordained to carry the torch for American men's tennis. It was the most difficult assignment imaginable. And ironically, he was the last American man in this Open.

"I would rather not have it that way," he said about his status this year, if not over the years. "I would have loved for a lot more of us to have still been in.

"But I never shied from the burden. It just is what it is. I understand we come from a place, which probably had more success than any other tennis country, where there are certain expectations. I feel right back at the end of the generation, so that was the way the cards were dealt. But as tough a situation as it is, in the grand scheme of things it's a dream. It’s something you want. That’s not hard.’’

Perspective. That's a word hurled around a bit in the world of sport. Roddick always had it. Why grumble about a life millions of others would relish? There's nothing worse than to hear an athlete griping about late hours and cross-country trips and signing autographs.

"I hear people who have some success," Roddick pointed out, "and complain about it sometimes. I don't get it. For every one negative, there are 10 positives. I don't think that's ever not been the case."

Roddick will go home to Austin, Texas, will help run his foundation and will pick up a racquet if only to recall the good times and great player he once was.

"There were a lot of tough moments but unbelievable moments. I mean, who gets to play in the Wimbledon finals, and who gets to play in an Open, and who gets to be part of a winning (Davis Cup) team? I said it a million times, but I realize the opportunities I had."

The opportunity we had, for more than a decade, and particularly Thursday, was to watch Andy Roddick play the sort of tennis that makes a nation proud.

Roddick can't beat the rain

By Art Spander

NEW YORK -- What a great headline: "ROBINSON CANNOT." It was in the Post, an allusion to the Yankees' Robinson Cano, who didn't dive for a ground ball out of his reach. That was Monday. On Tuesday, it was A-Rod who could not, the other A-Rod now in this town, Andy Roddick.

Somehow, some way, it always rains here around Labor Day, during the U.S. Open tennis championships. One year it's a storm from off the coast. Another year it's the remnants of a hurricane. If you can slog it here, you can slog it anywhere.

Unless you're playing tennis, outdoors, which is what Roddick and Juan Martin del Potro did for a while, as Roddick, in his farewell, battled into the second week and the fourth round. ESPN was all over the match,  Chris Fowler, John McEnroe, the Bay Area's Brad Gilbert.

Would it be the last hurrah for the 30-year-old Roddick, Open champion in 2003, who stunningly announced on his birthday, last Thursday, that when he's out of this tournament he's out of competitive tennis? Or would Roddick continue the 130-mph serves and the drama going into the fifth round?

Neither, it turned out. An hour into the Tuesday night match, which started late, play was suspended by rain, with the match at 6-6 in the first set and Roddick ahead, 1-0, in the tiebreak.

The plan was to restart Wednesday, but thunderstorms are forecast. In the previous four years, the Open has finished on a Monday, a probability this time. When Roddick will finish is anybody's guess. He's not supposed to get past Del Potro, the No. 7 seed – Roddick, once the world's No. 1, is seeded No. 20. And should Andy defy logic, almost surely the great Novak Djokovic would be his next opponent.

But Roddick is enjoying these moments. He knows the end is near, and he is at peace with the player and the person he has become.

In this town, he's the other A-Rod, along with the Yanks' Alex Rodriguez, and that puts him in an esteemed class. The Post, the Daily News and Newsday are tabloids, the few, the proud, with sports headlines on the back page no less powerful or meaningful than those news headlines on the front page.

There’s an intensity fueled by those headlines. Every day, all 365 of them, there has to be a subject to get the fans excited, even when in truth there's nothing. The Mark Sanchez-Tim Tebow issue is the stuff of dreams for the tabs. The other day in the Post, Sanchez was on the back cover and, because he apparently is dating Eva Longoria, additionally on the front. Hey, it was a holiday weekend and killings and political corruption just weren't that important.

Rodriguez, coming back to the Yankees after rehab – he had not played with New York since breaking his hand on July 24 – took the Post back cover. "IT'S UP TO A-ROD," according to the headline.

In a way, at the U.S. Open across the East River, that was also the situation. If it were not for Roddick and the awesome Serena Williams, who Monday beat the Czech brewer's daughter, Andrea Hlavackova, 6-0, 6-0 – the double-bagel as it's known – American tennis would be absent from the American Open.

Roddick, certainly, is as much a curiosity as a personality. How long can he last? Even Kim Clijsters of Belgium, who previous to Andy announced this would be her last competitive event, was in a prime seat at Arthur Ashe Stadium, where early most of the seats in the 23,000-capacity arena – prime or not – were empty.

The weather had been bad throughout the day. Maria Sharapova and Marion Bartoli only made it through four games (all of them won by Bartoli) before that match was postponed. So spectators properly were hesitant to show up, arriving late as they do for dinner in Manhattan.

The crowd was decidedly pro-Roddick, understandably when he was a homeboy against the Argentine Del Potro, and when Andy broke serve in the sixth game to lead 4-2, the biased cheers were apparent.

So was the oppressive weather, 77 degrees with 86 percent humidity, a dampness that had Del Potro – the 2009 champion – grumbling to the umpire, contending the court was slippery and then grabbing a towel to wipe the lines for emphasis.

Del Potro broke back, and so they were in a tiebreaker, but not for long as the rain returned. One point, to Roddick, and that was it.

Top-seed Roger Federer, who on Monday reached his 34th consecutive quarterfinal in a Grand Slam tournament, said of Roddick: "I’m thankful for everything he's done for the game, especially here for tennis in America.

"It's not been easy after Agassi and Sampras, Courier, Chang, Connors, McEnroe, you name it."

It hasn't been easy, but what is easy in New York, a town where Cano cannot but both A-Rods still are trying to show they can.

No End to Andy Roddick’s September Song

By Art Spander

NEW YORK -- Andy Roddick’s September song remains a melody without end. The days grow short, but at the 2012 U.S. Open, his last tennis tournament of a huge career, autumn remains somewhere beyond the backcourt line.

Roddick held off his announced retirement one more match on a humid Sunday at Flushing Meadow, playing to a crowd he said was as loud as he could remember and also playing to his own sense of purpose.

After his three-hour, 7-5, 7-6, 4-6, 6-4, third-round victory over Italy’s Fabio Fognini, Roddick appeared almost as surprised as he was satisfied.

"I don’t have a lot of questions of how, why or when," Roddick told the packed house of more than 21,000 at Arthur Ashe Stadium. "I’m just trying to play point to point, keep my emotions together and appreciate this tournament."

The appreciation comes from the fans.

For a decade, Roddick, who turned 30 on Thursday, has been the male face of American tennis, outspoken, occasionally outrageous and always in touch.

After Pete Sampras and Andre Agassi, there was Roddick, with the Open title in 2003, and appearances in four other finals, one at the Open, three at Wimbledon. There was Roddick in commercials. There was Roddick on the Davis Cup team.

So, when, stunningly, Roddick, beset by injuries, called a press conference on his birthday to say this tournament would be his last competition, the news was emotional, maybe as much for those who follow American tennis as much as it was for Roddick.

Each match could be his final match. In classic Roddick style, he’s keeping us in suspense by keeping himself in the Open. Maybe not much longer. His next opponent, Tuesday night, is Juan Martin del Potro, the number 7 seed and the 2009 champion. Still, sport has a way of defying logic.

"I’m normally good about putting my thoughts (forward), able to articulate," he said. "But this whole process, I’m trying not to overthink it, trying I guess to be as simplistic as possible. I’m trying to enjoy the process and, when I get out there, trying to compete also.’’

He’s competed. He’s succeeded.

Tennis and golf are different. There are no hometown teams. There are home-country heroes. Maybe Roger Federer belongs as much to the world as he does to Switzerland, but Americans -- “U-S-A, U-S-A’’ -- are partial toward Americans.

Since the early part of the 21st century, Roddick has been their man. Our man.

Now, as Roddick pointed out, as it is his time to say goodbye to the venues and the pals, it’s the U.S. Open spectators’ time to say goodbye to Roddick. And they’re doing it in with clamorous joy.

"I’ve been surprised by the support," Roddick conceded. "I thought inside our world it would be something, but I don’t know that I expected all this and the crowd to react the way it has. It’s been a special experience for me. It’s been a lot of fun."

The first set, when the upper reaches of the stadium were mostly empty, Roddick was in front 5 games to 3. Then, as so often happens in tennis, a reversal and it was 5-5. The fans, almost out of desperation, shouted and screamed. Roddick responded.

The 25-year-old Fognini, who hugged Roddick at the net when the match ended, eventually would come to the locker room and ask for a signed Roddick tennis shirt, the LaCoste brand with the little crocodile on the front.

"Like one of the jerseys," said Roddick, "it’s customary to exchange in football (soccer matches)."

Fognini appeared to be overtaking Roddick after winning the third set, but Andy regained control.

"He has no pressure now," Fognini said of Roddick’s play. "He was really aggressive. He has nothing to lose."

Not quite true. He has a career to lose. He has fans to lose.

Following the on-court interview, Roddick was hauled up to the CBS-TV outdoor booth overlooking the plaza, the gathering point for the all-day party that is U.S. Open tennis. After removing his headset, Roddick was assaulted with booming cheers.

There will be more. For the ninth time, he is in the Open’s round of 16. For someone who failed to get past the third round this year at the Australian, French and Wimbledon, that is a great way to pull the curtain down.

"I love this place," he told the fans, blowing kisses and waving. "I love all of you."

Later, to the press, Roddick said, "I’ve been walking around with a smile on my face for three days. All of a sudden you’re kind of smiling, humming, whistling, walking around, and you feel pretty good about it."

Roddick came to this Open as a spectator in 1991. He will leave as a legend in 2012.

"I’d be an idiot not to use the crowd right now," he said about the biased cheers. "It’s a huge advantage. Each match is almost like it’s another memory."

When each match may be your final match, what else would it be?

RealClearSports: Roddick Surrenders to Father Time

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com

NEW YORK — He was the kid who grew into a man, the guy with the big serve who never gave in or rarely gave out. Andy Roddick beat them all through the years except Father Time. And so for American tennis, it is now game, set and matchless.

On his 30th birthday, Thursday, Roddick announced he would retire after this U.S. Open. After he plays one more match, Friday night against Bernard Tomic of Australia. Or if he wins, and who wouldn’t hope he wins, a match or three after that.

Read the full story here.

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RealClearSports: Roddick Bids Farewell to His 20s

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com

NEW YORK -- What does age matter in the great scheme? One day you're 29. The next you're 30. Maybe the brief step is difficult to accept psychologically, although for Andy Roddick that would seem improbable.

But it doesn't make much difference how you play the game, on the court or off.

Read the full story here.

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RealClearSports: For Roddick, It's Not Gender, It's Leverage

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com

WIMBLEDON, England — It always comes down to money, doesn't it? Whether you're A-Rod or some kid just drafted into the NBA or a relatively successful and - herein lies the issue - relatively unknown tennis player named Gilles Simon.

Fame usually brings wealth. Wealth often brings fame. Everybody wants more of both, which is the reason there are holdouts and lockouts and player strikes in team sports, and there is jealousy in individual sports, such as tennis.

Read the full story here.

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SF Examiner: In the aftermath of the tragedy of 9/11, we've grown stronger

By Art Spander
Special to The Examiner


It was supposed to be the men’s singles final today, but fate and the weather have upset the schedule. On this painful anniversary, on a court in a complex only a few miles from ground zero, it will be the ladies who take the stage at the U.S. Open.

Aside the Long Island Expressway from Manhattan to the Billie Jean King National Tennis Center, a route contestants, officials and media travel, there is a billboard with only three words: “Honor. Remember. Unite.”



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RealClearSports: Roddick Takes Step Down in Venue, Steps Up His Play

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com


NEW YORK — When you're used to the red carpet, what happens when you have to get your feet wet?



Symbolism is as much a part of sport as everything else in life, or, to borrow that military reminder, rank has its privileges. Tennis, it follows, has its courts.

The stars get the best venues, which they expect ...

Read the full story here.

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RealClearSports: American Revolution at U.S. Open

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com


NEW YORK -- Andy Roddick called it a healthy jealousy. It looks more like an American revolution. The country that couldn't do anything right in tennis has done very little wrong for the last few days. At last, the U.S. Open is no longer closed to U.S. male players.

The sport still belongs to those from across the Atlantic - Novak Djokovic, Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer - until proved differently. But here we are into the second week of the Open, and four of the 16 men remaining are Americans.

Read the full story here.

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Roddick May Never Realize His Dream

By Art Spander

WIMBLEDON, England – Another Wimbledon has ended for Andy Roddick, much too early, and he concedes that the dream never may be realized.

That his career, arbitrarily in decline, unquestionably nearing an end, will finish without the championship to which he came so close.

Three finals for Roddick, over the decade the best of America’s men, three defeats, all to Roger Federer, the last as recently as two years ago when Andy brought it to a dramatic fifth set, only to lose 16-14.

Time is the enemy in sports. Time and timing.

It wasn’t so much Roddick was in the wrong place, Centre Court at the All England Club, competing for the world’s oldest tennis crown. He was up against the wrong person.

What might have been the Andy Roddick Era, after his 2003 U.S. Open victory, instead was transformed into the Roger Federer Era.

Andy kept trying. But in the rear-view mirror it appears that his ’09 run, when he didn’t lose a set at Wimbledon until the final, may have been his last hurrah.

Friday, Roddick was beaten in third round by a player to whom he never had lost in seven previous matches, the lefthander Feliciano Lopez of Spain.

Roddick’s greatest asset has been his serving, but it was Lopez who had more aces, 28 to 23, in winning, 7-6 (2), 7-6 (2), 6-4, and unlike Roddick advancing to the second week of this 125th Wimbledon.

“I got beat,’’ Roddick said candidly and unemotionally. “He came out. He served about as well as someone has.’’

And so Roddick, who will be 29 on August, went out. Goodbye. The thought he never will be a Wimbledon champion is unavoidable.

“Well, sure,’’ conceded Roddick. “You’re human. I mean, of course it does.’’

He has made millions. He is married to a beautiful woman, the model Brooklyn Decker, who wistfully watched from courtside as the 3-hour, 30-minute match lurched to an unhappy conclusion. But without a Wimbledon, it’s fair to say Roddick never will have it all, at least from a career standpoint.

The only satisfaction for Roddick, 10th in the ATP rankings, 8th in the seeding, was he didn’t give away the match. Feliciano took it, although in a matter of speaking Roddick also took it, on the chin.

“He beat me,’’ said Roddick. “It’s easier to take that way. What do you do? You keep moving forward until you decide to stop. At this point, I’ve not decided to stop, so I’ll keep moving forward.’’

The tiebreakers did him in. They weren’t even close. Lopez took chances, and they worked.

“A couple of times I got to his backhand,’’ Roddick explained, “which is where you want to be in a rally against him. He hit some good shots.’’

It’s like a basketball coach saying, "let them shoot from the outside," and then the shots start falling. Good idea. Bad idea.

“He went big on second serves in those tiebreakers and didn’t double (fault) once,’’ said Roddick, almost fatalistic in his acceptance. “I mean, he played pretty high-risk. Normally you get a look at love-15. Today he didn’t dig himself any holes. He was able to cover up some things that are normally his weaknesses.

“I feel like he played as complete a match as he’s played against me.’’

For the first time he played a successful match.  They had met across the years, starting in 2003, and across the globe, from Indian Wells to Dubai to Paris and, only two weeks ago at Queens here in London, the Wimbledon warmup. Roddick had lost a few sets but never a match.

“I beat a couple of great players in Wimbledon the last 10 years,” said Lopez, who will be 30 in a month, “but to beat Andy in this court is very special. I would say maybe the best.

“When you play Andy Roddick here, you never expect to win two straight sets against him. So it’s definitely a great win.’’

And for Roddick a difficult defeat.

“I felt good coming in,’’ he said. “Normally, when you don’t play well at a (Grand) Slam, you don’t feel on top of things. I felt on top of things since I got here. I’ve played worse and gotten further. So, it’s disappointing in that sense.’’

Roddick became a favorite of Wimbledon fans after one of those finals losses to Federer, 2004 or 2005, when in a post-match interview on court he told the crowd, “I threw the kitchen sink at him, but he went to the bathroom and got the tub.’’

When he walked off Centre Court on Friday, he left another reminder, one of the tools of his trade.

“I had a racquet in my hand,’’ Roddick mused, “I figured it was just going to waste like a doorstop or something under the bottom of my foot. I figured a 7-year-old boy would probably get more use out of it than my grass court bottoms.’’

SF Examiner: Roddick’s path a lesson for rising star Harrison

By Art Spander
Special to The Examiner


Buster Posey, for one, seemed composed from the first time he picked up a baseball, or no less significantly picked up a team.

Same thing as the good people in San Francisco will verify, for Joe Montana, or in the vernacular of success, “Joe Cool.”

Read the full story here.

Copyright 2011 SF Newspaper Company

RealClearSports.com: Leinart, Roddick ... What Might Have Been

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com


NEW YORK - Andy Roddick has departed, and apropos of nothing but pertinent to everything, Matt Leinart could be arriving, although the belief is he'll end up in another town.

Two young athletes, two different sports, two levels of frustration.

Read the full story here.

© RealClearSports 2010

CBSSports.com: Lu -- who? -- loss looks like Roddick's last Wimbledon stand

By Art Spander
The Sports Xchange/CBSSports.com


WIMBLEDON, England -- The plot invariably differs, but every ending is the same. Andy Roddick doesn't win Wimbledon.

It doesn't matter if he loses gallantly to Roger Federer in the final, as he did last year and twice before that, or stunningly to someone named Yen-Hsun Lu, as he did Monday in the fourth round.

Read the full story here.

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CBSSports.com: Roddick seems destined to face familiar foe in semis

By Art Spander
Special to CBSSports.com


WIMBLEDON, England -- They call them Nearly Men over here, athletes who get so close but can't reach the top. At Wimbledon, where he has lifted hopes but never the champion's trophy, that description might be appropriate for Andy Roddick.

Or it might not.

Read the full story here.

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RealClearSports: Tennis's Version of March Madness

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com


INDIAN WELLS, Calif. -- The first game of the tournament, and the favorite, Notre Dame is upset, delighting maybe everyone who didn't have the Irish winning in their pool.

Which is why basketball, any team sport, is so different from the tournament now going on here, the BNP Paribas tennis open. 

Read the full story here.

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RealClearSports: Roddick Past His Prime But Playing Well

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com


INDIAN WELLS, Calif. -- He's the best in his sport in America. At one time he was the best in the world. Yet Andy Roddick is no different than the rest of us when someone asks if he has a feeling of what it's like to be Tiger Woods.

"No,'' said Roddick. "Not like that. I'm not going to pretend to understand what it's like to be in that sort of situation. I don't know that any athlete can really relate to what's going on right there.''

Read the full story here.

© RealClearSports 2010

RealClearSports.com: Changes at the Top of US Tennis

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com



NEW YORK -- It's a sport built on names as much as talent. Tennis is different, except for golf. Most loyalties are with uniforms, no matter who's wearing them. If you're a Yankees fan, you're a Yankees fan whether the guy at short is Phil Rizzuto or Derek Jeter, and that lasts forever.

Tennis players come and go all too quickly. The window closes before you know it. What happened to Andre Agassi? To Pete Sampras? To Jennifer Capriati? To Martina Navratilova?

Careers are short. Players start young and retire young. You lose a step. Or some racquet speed. And coming up quickly from behind is some 19-year-old with great skills who virtually no one's ever heard of, especially if she or he comes from Serbia or Slovania.

To make tennis go in America particularly -- and that's where the television money comes from, where the yearly U.S. Open now underway draws 700,000 people during the two weeks -- tennis needs Americans near the top or at the top, Americans who are known throughout America, if not the world.

Andy Roddick and Venus Williams fit well into that category. They and Venus' younger sister, Serena, were about the only U.S. players who could make a showing in a Grand Slam event, about the only U.S. players who were celebrities as well as athletes.

But in a space of 24 hours, both were chased from the 2009 U.S. Open, Roddick on Saturday night by the man who might someday replace him, John Isner, and Venus on Sunday afternoon by a 26-year-old Belgian who had quit the game for two years to marry and have a baby, Kim Clijsters.

Roddick will be back. You can't be sure of Venus. She is 29, and despite the best intentions, most tennis stars start to slip around 30, especially because their bodies begin to fail.

Venus is having left knee trouble, wearing heavy taping. One of her great assets, the ability to fly around the court, has been restricted.

Serena still is capable. She again is the favorite to repeat last year's victory. Crushed her fourth-round opponent, Daniela Hantuchova, on Sunday at Arthur Ashe Stadium. Straight sets, a little more than an hour. The lady they call the Drama Queen, for all the incidents, was undramatic in a match that lacked any suspense.

So Serena is still here and one hopes will stay. But who's next, who to step in for Venus and eventually, if not now, Roddick?

Maybe Melanie Oudin, the Munchkin from the suburbs of Atlanta, who beat Elena Dementieva and then the glamour lady and former champ, Maria Sharapova.

Maybe John Isner. He had 39 service aces against Roddick, who himself holds the record for all-time fastest serve, 156 mph. Pow, smash, whap.

By all rights, Isner should have been the next Tyler Hansbrough. He's 6-foot-9 and from North Carolina. But he worked on his drop shot, not his jump shot. Then, unlike most tennis stars these days, he went to college, the University of Georgia, where he not only helped win an NCAA team title, he graduated. How about that, Dawg?

And how about the 5-foot-6 Oudin, also from Georgia? That's not a state people think about when it comes to a new Roger Federer or Chris Evert. But that's our problem, not Georgia's.

Oudin was to face yet another Russian, her third in a row, Nadia Petrova, in Monday's fourth round. Melanie doesn't figure to keep winning.

She's too young (17). Too inexperienced. But if she does keep winning, she has a chance to become the star America needs, after Serena and, depending on what happens, replacing Venus. If indeed Venus can be replaced.

An interesting phenomenon Sunday at Ashe Stadium. The crowd was supporting Clijsters more than it was supporting Venus Williams. Was that because Clijsters had been away and the fans were welcoming her return? Or because the Williams sisters, even as heroines, had stayed too long at the fair?

Isner said he had to play the match of his life to beat Roddick, who until the defeat had been playing the best of all the men. But if Isner is to make it to the top, as a player, as a personality, he has to have a lot of repeat performances, especially in Grand Slams. He has to rouse the curiosity of sports fans who don't know a volley from a rally.

Is he prepared and capable? How about Melanie Oudin? So often kids make an impression, and about the time the headlines arrive, they flame and burn out.

Oudin acts humble enough, something that will endear her to the masses, but how long does that last? And how long does she last?

You'd think in a country of 300 million, more than one or two could become a tennis star.

Serena, Venus and Andy were able to do it. Is there anybody else?

As a reporter since 1960, Art Spander is a living treasure of sports history. A recipient of the Dick McCann Memorial Award -- given for his long and distinguished career covering professional football -- he has earned himself a spot in the Pro Football Hall of Fame. He was recently honored with the Lifetime Achievement Award by the PGA of America for 2009.

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CBSSports.com: Oudin, Isner turn in memorable day, bright future for American tennis

By Art Spander
The Sports Xchange/CBSSports.com


NEW YORK -- It was the day that wouldn't end. It was an afternoon that became evening and offered American tennis a future as bright as the moon that eventually rose over Arthur Ashe Stadium.

Youth will be served -- and volleyed and backhanded.

First, Melanie Oudin, the wunderkind, and then John Isner tossed caution to what little wind there was on this historic day at Flushing Meadows and tossed the schedule of the U.S. Open upside down and inside out.

The 17-year-old Oudin, who's becoming adept at this sort of thing, upset Maria Sharapova 3-6, 6-4, 7-5, in 2 hours, 58 minutes on Saturday.

Then the 24-year-old Isner upset No. 5 seed Andy Roddick 7-6 (3), 6-3, 3-6, 5-7, 7-6 (5) in 3 hours, 51 minutes.

They came back-to-back, the matches, nearly seven hours of tension, and for a sellout crowd of more than 24,000, there was such excitement that the spectators didn't want to leave.

Except two more matches, the evening program, were still to be played. And the fans who held tickets for those matches, which wouldn't begin until 10 p.m., not the announced 7 p.m., were waiting to get their seats. They had been watching the big TV screen in the plaza for more than three hours.

What they saw was the 6-foot-9 Isner smashing 39 aces and keep Roddick, who has the record for the fastest serve ever, 156 mph, off balance and out of sorts.

This after Oudin, who for comparison's sake is more than a foot shorter than Isner -- she's listed at 5-foot-6 -- kept coming at Sharapova with the aggression of a UFC fighter.

Two days earlier, Oudin had knocked off the No. 4 seed, Elena Dementieva, a Russian. Then she discombobulated Sharapova, the 2007 champ, the No. 29 seed, a Russian. Maria had 21 double faults. Next, in the fourth round Oudin will play Nadia Petrova, a Russian.

It sounds like Napoleon's campaign against the Czars in the 19th Century.

"I had every emotion possible," said Oudin. "I mean, I was crying. I was so happy and excited. I'm pretty sure I screamed after that last shot."

Which was a cross-court winner.

Isner's last shot was, of course, a monster serve in the fifth-set tiebreaker. Roddick hit it out.

"I had to play the match of my life to beat him," said Isner, referring to Roddick, who won this tournament in 2003 and two months ago took Roger Federer to a fifth set at Wimbledon, where there are no fifth-set tiebreakers, and lost 16-14.

"On this stage, this setting, I proved I can play with anybody."

We're only maybe eight miles from Broadway, 42nd Street, the Great White Way. You know the cliche, "You're going out there a kid, but you're coming back a star." Oudin and Isner have filled that role.

She's from Marietta, Ga., a suburb of Atlanta, home-schooled so she could become the champion Melanie seems destined to be. He's from North Carolina but was a star at the University of Georgia. Must be something in the water down there.

Tobacco Road? How about Topspin Highway?

"There's a lot out of your hands, the way he plays," Roddick said of Isner, whom he had beaten twice in two previous matches, including a few weeks ago in the semifinal of the Washington, D.C., tournament.

"You can't teach 6-9," Roddick said of the angle and power of Isner's serve. "Sometimes you try to fight it off. But it's not like the majority of matches we play, where if you play well you win. He doesn't allow you to get into the match."

Isner contracted mononucleosis in the late spring and couldn't enter either the French Open or Wimbledon.

"I remember how ticked off I was at home," said Isner, "but it may have been a blessing in disguise. I took a month off, then started working hard and smart."

Oudin, who has "BELIEVE" embossed on the ankle of her multicolored tennis shoes, also credits her practice routines for success.

If you recall, after Melanie stunned Jelena Jankovic at Wimbledon, Jankovic contended Oudin didn't have "the weapons," primarily a serve. What would anyone expect from a Munchkin? But she has staying power and courage.

"I think my biggest weapon can be mental toughness," said Oudin. "I developed it. I wasn't born with it."

Someone wondered if she'd been labeled a giant killer, although to her every opponent is rather enormous. "Yeah," she said, "a couple of people have called me that."

What you could have called Saturday's play in the Open was confused. The afternoon matches went so long and so deep into the evening that the women's competition between top seed Dinara Safina and Petra Kvitova was shifted from Ashe Court to Armstrong Court so the James Blake-Tommy Robredo match wouldn't be starting around midnight.

That's one of the unpredictable parts of tennis. You never know how long a match might run. The ones involving Oudin and Isner seemed to run forever, but they didn't mind. Neither did the fans on this wonderful long day's journey into night.

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RealClearSports: They're Having a Ball in New York

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com



NEW YORK -- Last week it was Tiger. This week it's Serena, Venus and Roger. It's always Alex. This is the place where the ball's always bouncing, along fairways, on hard courts, down the third base line.

This is place where the fans don't miss a thing, especially if Andy Roddick misses a forehand or Jerry Hairston misses a grounder.

This the place where the headlines call teams the Bombers or the Amazin's, the Jints or Gang Green. This is the place where you can buy a fake Rolex on the street or buy the real Brooklyn Bridge in a tourist trap.

Everything goes in New York. Anything goes in New York.

The front page in the Daily News was more of a declaration: "When Khadafy comes to New York this month, we should throw him straight into prison.'' The back page head, over a picture of Hairston fumbling the grounder that ended Andy Pettitte's perfect game, was "BAD HAIR DAY."

Baseball matters here. Fifteen years ago, 1994, the sport had gone into suspended animation. The players called a strike in August, the owners cancelled the World Series in September. We were told symbolically, if not directly, that everything we believed in was a mirage.

If they could wipe out the Series after 90-something years, then why care?

But the game survived, even flourished. We're told the McGwire-Sosa home run chase of '98 was what brought back the fans, re-established the interest, and while that's not untrue, New York also played its part.

This is where the Babe and the Iron Horse played. Where Jackie Robinson joined the majors. Where the term "Subway Series'' became part of the lexicon.

New York, with its ethnic diversity, where the kids grew up playing stickball, always was baseball country. Still is. If not at the expense of any other sport.

The Barclays golf tournament was played last weekend across New York Harbor, with the State of Liberty visible from the course. The big guns --  Tiger Woods, Phil Mickelson, Padraig Harrington -- showed up, although Heath Slocum won.

Twenty-four hours later, across the bay, a U.S. Open began. The second one in the region in two and half months. That one was the golf Open, out on Long Island. This is the tennis Open, a rollicking two weeks of day and night competition.

Sellout after sellout, matches that begin at 11 a.m., matches -- such as Andy Roddick's win over Bjorn Phau, Monday night to Tuesday morning -- that end at 12:45 a.m. New Yorkers love it. If not quite as much as they love their baseball.

Roger Federer and Serena Williams, the defending champions, opened the Open on Monday afternoon, but the tabloids went with the Yankees, who were down in Baltimore.

"CLOSE BUT NO PERFECTO!'' said the Post on its back page ‘"Awesome Andy,'' proclaimed Newsday, alluding to Pettitte's performance. And, course, the Daily News went after Hairston, who made the error that for a time will exist in infamy.

The Yanks, the Bronx Bombers, own this region during spring and summer. If it's not Alex Rodriguez who's being featured, it's Derek Jeter. The Mets, the Other Team, attract attention only for their foibles, and there have been plenty.

Omar Minaya is the Mets' general manager, and now he's been trashed as much for his failure to make a point clearly in interviews as for the failure of his team.

Minaya's language didn't matter when the Mets were winning, wrote Bob Raissman in the News, but now he must communicate how to correct the problems and he is incapable. A bit unfair, but this is New York, where imperfection of any sort is almost sinful.

Whether you're allowing a ground ball to dribble under your glove or fumbling syntax before a microphone.

In New York, virtually or actually, there's no place to hide. From the Battery to the Bronx, the Hudson River to Queens, you're always in somebody's headlights. Or, as Roddick was in the wee small hours, somebody's stadium lights.

The other night, Venus Williams was down 5-4 in the second set against Vera Dushevina after having lost the first set and was serving to stay in the match. The crowd was roaring.

"One of those great New York moments,'' said Venus, who went on to a three-set victory.

One of those New York moments of which a full explanation might be available from A-Rod or Omar Minaya, if with opposing viewpoints.

"It must be love'' is the promotional double-entendre slogan of the Open. Love or hate, with the attention, it must be New York, where you can hit a forehand, a home run and the jackpot at any time.




As a reporter since 1960, Art Spander is a living treasure of sports history. A recipient of the Dick McCann Memorial Award -- given for his long and distinguished career covering professional football -- he has earned himself a spot in the Pro Football Hall of Fame. He was recently honored with the Lifetime Achievement Award by the PGA of America for 2009.

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CBSSports.com: New York version of Grand Slam all about fun, entertainment

By Art Spander
The Sports Xchange/CBSSports.com


NEW YORK -- They've made it here. It doesn't matter if they can make it anywhere else.

The United States Tennis Association found the formula to mine gold, to make history, to have a tournament that's an event, noisy, boisterous and, as Andy Roddick verified at 12:45 a.m. ET Tuesday, virtually never-ending.

Truly, there's nothing like it. Other than the corner of 42nd and Broadway. Or 57th and Lexington. Or other intersections in Manhattan.

Wimbledon is quiet lawns and British reserve. The French Open, Roland Garros, is clay courts and long rallies. The U.S. Open is a crowded, rollicking 14 days of celebrity watching, T-shirt selling, latte sipping, beer guzzling, pastrami chewing and great shot-making.

Night and day it goes. Day and night. Seemingly no sooner had Roddick departed in the wee hours than Julia Goerges and 2004 women's singles champion Svetlana Kuznetsova were arriving for their 11 a.m. start. Less than an hour and a half later, Kuznetsova was a 6-3, 6-2 winner.

On to Arthur Ashe Court came the No. 1 women's seed, Dinara Safina, and an Australian named Olivia Rogowska, ranked 167th in the world. And on to the grounds of the Billie Jean King National Tennis Center came thousands of fans, great gobs of them standing in the bright sunshine outside the stadium, in front of the fountain and watching on the big TV screen as Rogowska took a 3-0 lead in the third set.

Screams and gasps. How could this be happening, the top seed getting beat in the first round? By the time anyone else figured it out, Safina had figured it out, slipping by Rogowska, 6-7, 6-2, 6-4.

"I try to do something good," said Safina, the Russian, who, despite never having won a Grand Slam event is atop the women's rankings, "but when it doesn't go good, then I go like too much into myself, what I'm doing right, wrong, instead of thinking what I have to do with the ball."

Which, of course, is hit it over the net to places where Rogowska can't hit back over the net.

Then, echoing Scarlet O'Hara in Gone With the Wind, Safina mused that she had made it to the next round "and tomorrow is another day."

Sometimes at the Open, it's difficult to separate yesterday, today and tomorrow. You know the line, about waking up in the city that never sleeps. What about not going to bed at all?

For years they've been writing songs about late hours in New York, "... When a Broadway baby says good night it's early in the morning ..." It's hard to say if the milkman was on his way when Roddick said good night -- do they still have people who deliver milk? -- but presumably some people were on their way to work.

There were some opening-night ceremonies with famous types, including the former basketball player David Robinson, and by the time Venus Williams and Vera Dushevina began, it was almost 8 o'clock.

When they finished, Venus staggering through in three sets, it was almost 11. And Roddick and his opponent, Bjorn Phau, still were waiting.

"The later the better," Roddick would say. "You know what it is. It's just something that's always been there in New York. It's tough sometimes. It's all part of it, kind of the crazies who stay 'til 1 in the morning. There's something fun about that."

Fun is an appropriate word for the Open. And lunacy. Tennis often is thought as a dispassionate activity for the elite. But here they've turned it into around-the-clock entertainment.

James Blake has a cheering section, the "J Block." Sam Querrey, the kid from Southern California who Tuesday beat Michael Yani, is shouted on by his "Samurai."

The famous Carnegie Deli has a booth here, and the lineup for one of those monster corned beef sandwiches is almost as long as it is to get on to Court 13, where Tuesday the lineup included Fernando Verdasco, the No. 10 seed, who defeated B. Becker -- Benjamin, not Boris.

Ralph Lauren Polo is the official clothing outfitter for the Open, but Nike and LaCoste, which Roddick wears, are well represented. If unofficially.

Nike is not allowed to use the phrase U.S. Open on its attire, so the stuff has subtle references such as "New York 2009." A T-shirt with those words costs $22, while a Nike model with "RF" (for Roger Federer) runs $40.

The New York Post had its fashion reporter, one Anahita Moussavian, critique the clothing and jewelry on display by the competitors. The observations were hardly positive.

Moussavian called Serena Williams' choice of basic black for night matches "misguided" and described Roddick's shirts and shorts as "a double fault ... it's boring."

She's entitled to her opinion, but if there's any description that never should be applied to the U.S. Open, it's "boring." On the contrary. For two weeks, the Open might be the most exciting place in the country.

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