“Roger Federer is showing that the speed and strength of today’s pro game are merely its skeleton, not its flesh. He has, figuratively...

Enjoyment isn’t the right word, is it, for the feeling of watching that same thing happen again. After four-plus hours of spectacular...

While it feels like this era of men’s tennis has no ending, I do think it has a distinct point of origin. April 3, 2005, the championship...

This is when I disengaged: January 13, 2020, during the qualifying rounds of an Australian Open that shouldn’t have been played....

Today, the feeling of a vibrant stage light humming to life. Every so often in the unending grind of the professional tour, circumstances...

It’s not about the money. Richard the tour guide would repeat this refrain frequently, even though no one ever argued the point with him....

Now that every week feels like a year, it can be a bit vertigo-inducing to remember that the U.S. Open happened fairly recently. Remember...

It’s dark out. We’re all knee-deep in one seasonal-affective thing or another, fresh off the holiday stretch where each of us had either...

In the middle of a terrible August a few years ago, I got up very early and took the 7 Train to the U.S. Open by myself. An overcast...

It can be hard to sift through all of it; there’s never enough time. Finish the brutal slog through Europe’s dirt and arrive in Paris for...