Tennis is just fucking awesome. Start in the fifties if you will. Speedy Frank Sedgman, the great Ken Rosewall, and Tony Trabert all won at least five major tournaments in their careers, with the first of their grand slam victories coming in the 1950s.
The notion of an elite few players dominating a decade intensifies in the sixties. Rod Laver and Roy Emerson won eleven and twelve majors respectively, while John Newcombe managed to win seven major titles among his numerous doubles championships.
The seventies brought Jimmie Conners and Bjorn Borg, both consummate winners throughout their long careers. That decade also gave us Hall of Famer Guillermo Vilas, winner of four grand slam titles. Two of those victories occurred during 1977 (the U. S. Open and the French Open), his magical year during which he ammassed an incredible 145-15 record which included a ridiculous 46 match all-surface winning streak. He did that playing against Connors and Borg.
Young John McEnroe won the U.S. Open in 1979, effectively ushering in the eighties and bringing us to the first decade in my memory. Mats Wilander, Ivan Lendle, Stefan Edberg, Boris Becker and McEnroe were the tennis stars of my youth, pounding out the sets under a hot sun while I watched early in the morning before anyone else was awake from a farm in Saskatchewan. My personal memory cant help but give an honorable mention to Michael Chang that one time (1989 French Open). Shit he was good.
1990: Pete Sampras won his first major. 1991: Jim Courier won his first major. 1992: Andre Aggasi won his first major. Those three were fucking amazing for so many years. If you don’t remember them you didn’t watch tennis in the nineties. Or sports highlights for that matter.
But thats the history of tennis. Ancient history. In 2003 I was living in Victoria. As spring arrived I found a job at the greatest racquet sports store I’ve ever been in, Courtside Sports. As Wimbledon approached, the owner of the store and his employees commented on how good this young Swiss player had looked at whatever/something/yadayada. His name was Roger Federer. It seems like only a few months later we were seriously discussing if he could be the best ever. Honestly, he’s probably the greatest of all time. He is an artist. But he doesn’t define the last 15 years of tennis. That period is defined by his rivals. The pundits call it “the big 4” even though Andy Murray has 6 fewer grand slam wins than Novak Djokovic (8) and twelve less than Raphael Nadal (14). Three different styles of play (all Murray can do is run, and thats not a style), three different personalities, three great players who each simply hate to lose. And that is what makes a great winner: hating to lose more than your opponent. Since 2003 I have seen the best tennis ever. Period.
Too bad they’re all old now, or at least in the twilight of their primes. Yesterday Djokovic lost the French open final to Stanislas Wawrinka. That gives Wawrinka as many grand slam victories as Andy Murray. Is he next on the list?