Winning ugly: There's nothing prettier
Leave it to tennis to invoke notions of beauty -- and in the process divert itself from its essence. Did Joe Montana ever appraise the aesthetics of a fourth-quarter drive? Does Kobe Bryant apologize for the awkwardness of a tip-in?
Tennis seduces and deceives itself. Perhaps its country club roots confer notions of elegance. In an era dominated by the liquid-smooth Roger Federer -- probably the first male tennis player to inspire a swoon from the editor of Vogue -- it's even more ...
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