While taking in some Sunday tennis at Arthur Ashe, I became insanely jealous of the amazing gear Polo had generously provided for the grounds folk. Never before had ballboys and girls and line judges been so handsomely appointed. For those of us who aren't lucky enough to have our own little knee pad at center court, Ralph's allowing us the privilege of buying our very own U.S. Open gear for a
modest price. I'd write more, but I'm too busy trying to scrounge up 90 bones in my couch cushions to get my hands on one. As a wise man once said, it's not the velocity of your serve that matters, it's how good you look during water breaks.