Aussie tennis bromance sours

It was probably only a matter of time before Australia’s tennis bad boys turned their ill-trained weapons on each other. The surprising thing is that it’s happened in the one forum where they’re supposed to be brothers in arms. The Davis Cup. A game away from going two sets down to John Isner in a…

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Help, I’m having tennis withdrawal

Reader’s request There’s always a little bit of heartache when the Australian Open finishes. For one, it means the end of a very short local tennis season. No sooner have we welcomed Roger, Rafa, Serena and Vika into our living rooms than they’re packing their bags and off to the airport without a by your…

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Australian Open or school playground?

Watching some of the local players at the Australian Open, I’ve wondered if I was watching a tennis tournament or an episode of Summer Heights High. Then I found these reports cards. Bernard Tomic: B- Bernard is much improved this semester but still has a habit of picking fights in class. His latest feud is…

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The Aussie Open on a ground pass

Having a kid changes the way you watch live tennis. Pre-progeny, I’d hunker down in Rod Laver Arena all day, working those neck muscles left, right for hours on end, me and 15,000 people getting into the soporific rhythm of summer tennis. You’d have time to study the nuances of the game, the tweaks players…

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A night at the Fast4 tennis

I’m a purist. I don’t like stuffing around with tried and tested formulas. Fifty-two types of Tim Tams? Just give me the original, thanks. The latest Star Wars? Ain’t going there. I also like to see innovations widely road tested before I jump in. For at least a few years. Which means I was one…

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Friday funnies: And the numpty of the week is…

You have to wonder at the particular brand of knuckle-headedness that governs cycling. This week, at the Giro d’Italia, there was a positive story to be had. Not the failed drug test kind of positive but a solid gold good news story. Worthy of a Chariots of Fire soundtrack. That good. The scene opens on…

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A bizarre twist in men’s tennis

Until recently, Serena Williams was the torchbearer for wacky on-court fashion. You name it, she’s donned it — denim, leopard print, a leather catsuit, cut-out dresses, school blazers, at one point even something resembling an Australian hockey uniform. Enough outfits to do Beyonce proud. Not to be outshone, sister Venus once played in a corset….

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A day in the life of a remote control thumb

8am: The human is particularly excited this morning, talking about a big night of sport and checking the batteries in the remote. This looks ominous. 9am: Now, she’s carb loading. Banana pancakes. Which I’m expected to help her cook, by the way. Midday: So, it seems tonight I am to navigate the Australian Open women’s…

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Australians all, let us rejoice

It’s been ten years — no, that’s not a typo, ten — since we celebrated our national day by getting an Aussie bloke into the quarter finals of the Australian Open. Last night, with Nick Kyrgios one point away from defeat against Andreas Seppi, it looked like we’d chalk up another year of disappointment. Nick…

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What’s the hurry, sport?

OK, I’ll admit I’m a late adopter. If there’s a new gadget on the market, I’ll get it about three years after everyone else. I’ll embrace a fashion trend just as the hipsters are sending it to the charity bins. And it’s taken this sports devotee twelve years to appreciate the merits of T20 cricket….

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Is Roger saving something special for the weekend?

I’m calling it: there’s not a more accomplished blubmeister in sport than Roger Federer. Yes, there are other athletes that have been handy with the waterworks. English international footballer Paul Gascoigne and former Aussie cricket captain Kim Hughes spring to mind. And we must never forget the particular talents of Jana Pittman, most amply demonstrated…

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Blue moon, flying pigs: I’m defending Andy Murray

Andy Murray can be a difficult person to warm to. The George Foreman of the tennis court, he lumbers around the baseline in search of the X factor — the Federer finesse, the Rafa swashbuckle, Djokovic’s rubbery contortions, a way back into the top ten. Though slightly less dour in recent years, he’s not in…

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