The scheduling couldn't be better, by the time the Super Bowl began, I was exhausted. Wu had just beat Isner in the Sunday Dallas Open singles final and I was riveted, it was like military tennis as someone put it: rockets, bombs, whips, whops, giants, Chinese, Americans, laser beam line calling, offensives, defensives. All 3 sets were tiebreakers, each player held numerous championship points. Finally, Wu found the mid pace angle shots and Isner failed in the end, his crumpled miss at the net on one of his match points will likely haunt him a bit. It was right there, he was just too tall.
Once again, the local tournament launched the tennis year big and bold. Forget France, ignore Argentina, Dallas is where we got down to it. The JD Miles piece about the cancer smashing ball boy was the best journalism of the tournament, the VIP Lounge is a waste of space, and Uomosport research indicates pickleballers are cheaper than tennis players. Thrifty is thrifty, taste is taste, exercise is excersise, I prefer strings. Pickleball is not related to tennis, its more ping pong, and there's nothing wrong with that, if that's your thing. The gut feeling, the absorbing, the spinning, the cutting, the going for it, that's for me, myself, and me, and a few others, I'm sure.
Wu looked like a top 10 player; taking out Mmoh, Mannarino, Fritz, and Isner is no fluke, he's got demeanor, he's got the mind. The Wu Cru, Wu Man Chu, Woo Hoo Wu, the Wudoo Voodoo, Who is Wu, Wu What, Wu Why, Wu Where, Wu When, Wu How, Wu Won. Wonder if JJ needs a doubles partner, he could probably use some volly work, might be what's missing, might be his weakness, might be why he lost to Isner in the semifinals. Get better or get behind, JJ, Wu waits for no one, and he won't wait for you.