With the Wimbledon finals coming up this weekend, I will be watching and not just the tennis—but also the grounds, the faces in the crowds, the television coverage of the off-the-beaten-path profiles and the behind-the-scenes vignettes that reflect the attachment and lore of the championship.
I saw recently that a writer with Sports Illustrated suggested that today’s high-tech racquets have “killed” the grass game, that the era of the wooden racquet was better for competition on grass. I can hear the loyalists laughing with enduring contempt.
On previous trips to Wimbledon, I found no fault with the village and the tournament.