Dreams of tennis, teen, and Memphis
I had a fever dream the last day of July. I usually have late summer dreams about tennis where I set my sights on young Americans, usually in sync with the U.S. Open. This time, it was the newly minted Memphis Classic and a 16-year-old Russian girl. She was as cute as they come and she kept playing like she just couldn’t lose. And even … Continue reading Dreams of tennis, teen, and Memphis
