Not going to lie: the tennis of late draws very little interest from me right now.

I vaguely recall seeing Zverev and Thiem lost to a couple of cadets. Thiem on clay, no less, after crying about the ATP not having enough clay. GTFOH.

In the Open Era, the game centers around hard courts. That’s reality.

Beginning in the lovely spring, the tour switches to clay for three months. Three 1000s take place on the red European clay, building to a clay slam.

The tour then turns to grass for one month. One. Month. A few classics, no 1000s, and then the highlight of the entire tennis calendar at Wimbledon. Go figure.

Scarcity value in the flesh.

Then back to clay.

You read that right.

Then, finally, to the North American hard courts.

I will resurface. I’m still on a post-Wimbledon bender. Been traveling a bit, light, refreshing.

Tomorrow I continue my travels, but with a backpack. Off the grid for real.

But I’m not missing much, folks.

Neither are you.

Is this the summer of Tsitsipas? . . . a popular tennis website crooned.

Great question! Get me another beer or glass of champagne and rewind that 2002 U.S. Open final . . .

I hear only Nadal is playing Montreal.

I’m looking forward to the end of this season, folks. To all of the possibilities.

The tennis.

Talk to you soon.