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Posted 01/14/2007 @ 8 :01 AM

2007_01_14_kooyong_blogI suppose I should start with a gripping account of the trip here, but let's skip all that in favour of the place at the end of it. It's my first time in Australia, but over the years I've picked up a few things which I hoped would put me a little ahead of the game. I can just about keep score in cricket and more importantly, know who won the Ashes. I've previously seen episodes of not one but two Aussie soaps, including Home and Away, the former television home of Mrs. Lleyton Hewitt. I can name two Australian prime ministers which isn't much, but still two more than most people. I was also aware that the paper money here is actually plastic which means it won't crease, fall apart in the wash and is virtually impossible to tear. (It can, however, burn and melt, a lesson that costs a $5 note to learn.)

But like any other northern hemisphere visitor, there was one thing I had to come find out for myself: does the water really go down the drain the other way? Meticulous planning was required. Before leaving, I carefully observed the direction in my own sink anticlockwise. (Or was it clockwise? No, definitely anticlockwise. I think.)

Stage two: I filled up the sink in my hotel room, pulled out the plug and watched, agog. Aha: clockwise. And yet, others here have sworn otherwise, so the results are a bit inconclusive. Perhaps the real Coriolis effect is to make people suddenly interested in which direction the water goes down the drain.

All was quiet on the competition front on Sunday, which made it a good time to fit in a trip to Kooyong, the former home of the Australian Open. Get off the tram at stop 65 (bright idea: each major stop has its own number), and just a stone's throw from the side of the road is what looks like a large bungalow: cream with a sloping red-tiled roof and wooden window frames painted yellow. It's hard to believe that 19 years ago, this was the hub of a Grand Slam. The room that served as the player lounge during the Kooyong Classic earlier in the week looks no larger than the room now given to each individual player at the Masters Cup in Shanghai.

Still, it's nice to think of the top players sitting here, looking out at the grass and clay courts and walking down the corridors lined with photos and trophies a bit like visting the house one of your parents grew up in. John McEnroe may have once said "the facilities are so poor you can't even pretend this is a world-class event," but outside the context of a Grand Slam, Kooyong is elegant yet friendly: think Newport in a balmier climate (see photo). For history buffs, there are a few gems in the trophy cabinets, like the 1907 Wimbledon trophy and, with perhaps even more curiousity value a passport belonging Norman Brooks, an Australian who won three pre-WWI Grand Slams and helped Australasia make its first impact in Davis Cup. Needless to say, even in those days a tennis player's passport needed quite a few pages.

While tournament banners and fences were being taken down at Kooyong on Sunday, they were being put up at the Australian Open's current site of Melbourne Park. The scent of eucalyptus drifted down over the small park on the way, and the nets next to the Melbourne Cricket Grounds were occupied by England's cricket team (they lost the Ashes). Coming up ahead, the grounds are a good size spacious without being sprawling and directions given by the staff at the entrance betray a relaxed air ("go the stage door and ring the doorbell to get inside... keep walking, past the blonde security guard called Rita, then turn right...").

The players seem to like the place too praising an event is normal, but not so effusively. This afternoon, Roger Federer christened the Australian Open the "happy Slam" "Everybody is kind of happy to see each other after the off-season... people are happy to play again, happy to see each other."

Marcos Baghdatis described the "weird sensation" of coming back to Melbourne after his run to the final last year. "It's great to be back," he said. "I'm really excited to go out there, play tennis. I'm just really excited."

Nadal missed the event last year because of injury and wants to make up for lost time. "It's one of my favourite tournaments in the year, no?," he said. "When I came here two years ago, three years ago, I always play my best tennis here."

Amelie Mauresmo added her words: "I love this country. I think the people are great. I come here for 10 years now."

And yesterday, Lleyton Hewitt waxed quite poetic on his home Grand Slam: "I love the Australian Open. I love playing here. I get goosebumps walking into this place. This is great memories for me, not only coming here as a young kid watching Lendl and Edberg and Wilander and all those guys, but making the final two years ago, even though I lost, was a huge occasion for me and one of great pleasure and great memory."

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Thanks Kamakshi- I have never been to Australia. It sounds like my kind of place.The more details you can give us about the Open, the better. Keep it up. You are very lucky. :)

Nice blog Kamakshi~^-^~.
By the way, do you have any Japanese heritage? Just wondering because I`m living in Japan now & that sounds like a very Japanese name<.. From that early age I already had a sense of nostalgia<;)

Of course the move to Rod Laver Arena was a smart one [for the sake of securing the tournament`s Grand Slam status] but for those of us lucky enough to see an Aussie Open final [or a Davis Cup final] at Kooyong the feeling was quite magical***. These days when I see pictures of Kooyong on the internet it seems much smaller than I remember it. Naturally when you`re a young kid seeing players like McEnroe, Shriver, Cash & Edberg live at Kooyong instead of on the TV [at Wimbledon] then one perhaps gets a distorted picture of how big it really was..


PS. My cousin snuck into Kooyong stadium [without paying] to see the last Aussie Open on grass in 1987 by jumping the creek & squeezing through a hole in the wire fence on the Nth side of the complex. Reading Pat Cash`s autobiography I hear he did the same thing to sneak into the 1975 final to watch his heroes at the time [Newcombe & Connors]..

Just a few more things I wanted to add.
RE Kooyong: When I was 7-years old I went to see the Aussie Open at Kooyong [1985]. That year I saw John McEnroe & Pam Shriver~ who were my 1st heroes, I remember thinking it would be nice if those two had married. One of my earliest memories [period] was getting up in the middle of the night to watch Wimbledon on TV with my mum [early 1980s]. Naturally McEnroe & his tantrums made an impression! Kooyong Stadium was a few tram stops from where we lived at the time. So when mum told me we could go & see McEnroe play live down the road it seemed too surreal ["could my hero really be playing tennis so close by & not half a World away on the TV screen?"].
Anyway reading what McEnroe had to say about Kooyong ["the facilities are so poor you can't even pretend this is a world-class event,"] saddens me a little><. He may have been speaking the truth but he didn`t need to state it in such a blunt way..

In 1986 there was no Australian Open due to the change of dates from December to January. However there was a Davis Cup final played there between Sweden & Australia. My dad had tickets to the 3rd

There`s obviously a word limit to these comments & my two previous comments came out disjointed & not in the original order I wrote them.. Ah well~ next time I won`t write so much. A little sad to see something appear in a totally different order than I actually wrote & also I lost a paragraph [which was the most interesting bit regarding the 1987 AO at Kooyong]><..

Makes me want to see tennis played at a major. Ufortunately, I don't live a few train stops down the road from any major tournaments, like Shane did as a child. However, Shane, you'd like to know that I awaken my little boy in the wee hours of the morning so he can watch his favorite players. Good blog.

Shane -- Kamakshi is an Indian name, not Japanese. You're not the first person to ask that, though. :) Cheers.

G'day, mate! It's gonna be fun this year, especially if the men's side has something of an '06 Federer/Baghdatis final, where it almost didn't matter who won, both players being such an absolute pleasure to watch. Living in Toronto, where it's cold (but not too cold, mind you), the Aussie Open is a sunshine-filled two weeks in our living room. It's my favourite tennis slam of the year; kind of a "perfect start", with the U.S. Open a great ending.
(And don't forget Aussie Day as the tournament winds down. In our abode, this means as much Aussie food & drink as we can find in the city; for whatever reason, doing this makes the final days of the Aussie Open that much more pleasurable to soak in.)

Kamakshi -- Nice job. The Australian Open as seen through the eyes of a first time visitor (who can also provide witty commentary) makes for interesting reading. You answer some of the burning (and melting) questions that fans who've never visited Australia might have.

Cool picture of the sign. Kooyong sounds somewhat similar to Forest Hills. Tennis Australia just waited perhaps 10 years too long before making the transition to a modern venue. Seems like they might have given it a bit more thought than the USTA though (retractable roofs and all).

I look forward to your future "blogue" posts and other stories from Down Under!

Shane -- I also idolized John McEnroe as a child. Sadly, I could not emulate his drop volley (you may not get this if you don't watch tennis on ESPN, but I can just picture a young Patrick McEnroe watching his brother's matches and incessantly whispering "The Dropper!" -- annoying his parents). John McEnroe did help me perfect the racquet toss though! Sounds like you have some great Kooyong memories :-)

Ah so Kamakshi is an Indian name [cool

>>1986 Kooyong Davis Cup Final: 1st time I realised what an intense battle tennis was. On the 3rd & final day I watched Pat Cash come back from two-sets-to-love down to defeat Michael Pernfors of Sweden in a thrilling 5-setter that went nearly 4-hours.. I remember my dad sitting next to me saying "..it looks like Cash can`t come back". But I kept praying for a miracle & it happened!!! Davis Cup finals are truly unique%**%.
>>1987 Australian Open Final [last grass court AO]: again I had tickets to see the final~ thanks to dad. This time Pat Cash was again facing a two-sets-to-love deficit against a Swedish player~ Stefan Edberg. The checker headband hot-headed Aussie managed to draw level to take it to a 5th set, however he ran out of steam & the dream was over. I cried a lot that day, especially knowing that big time tennis would never again be played so close to my backyard [literally down the road]..!

Kamakshi, Lita, Tom, Big Diddy & Eric

Here`s a link to a video showing the final presentation of the 2007 Kooyong Classic [Federer & Roddick both seem to have a sense of nostalgia too~^^~].

A full house of 8,000 people ain`t bad for the old Kooyong stadium built in 1927..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D17wjocMSIo

Nice piece, Kamakshi! The pic is so cute...and hats off to that person who came up with those street names!!! Any idea, as to the assignment of distances?

Shane Xavier: Good to hear your stories...**still chuckling**

Kamakshi - great job!

Looking forward to reading your coverage over the next two weeks!

Kamakshi: Great job in writing about the Open. Are you a Canadian? I don't remember about the introduction that Pete had a while ago? If so, I'm glad that we have a Canadian tennis writer.

Day 2, everybody, and Nadal's pipes (especially the southpaw's southpaw side) looked awfully big in his 3-set win, two sets of which fairly breezed by for him on the court (and me on the sofa). On the gals' side of things, Sharapova's flushed cheeks looked like my daughter's that time she ran a nasty fever. She won, sure enough (her opponent had possibly the sorriest serve I've seen since heaven's knows when); and my wife (on the other side of the sofa) and I looked at each other and said, "Do you not hear what I do not hear? Maria's stopped with the volley/scream routine. She just wants to win and get outta here ASAP." My wife then added in a whisper, "Why can't she NOT scream all the time?" I didn't have an answer for that one.

kiwibee -- Canadian, yes.

For a Canadian boy living in Toronto watching the Aussie Open, I'm a prisoner to TSN (the Canadian sports channel that's carrying the matches), who, in turn, are prisoner to ESPN2 (the feed TSN is using). So a triple overtime college basketball game on day 3 wiped out an hour's worth of coverage from Down Under. I'm thinking, "Can somebody just put the biscuit in the basket and get this game over with ... there's tennis to watch!" Around midnight, thankfully, the basketball game ended, and on came Serena's second round match.

From the waist down, Serena has the appearance of somebody who ought to be playing a sport other than tennis. From the neck up, one wonders if her head's fully in the sport that's made her such a favourite of the celebrity magazines that crowd the newsstands. True enough, she won her match; but she certainly didn't do it in convincing fashion. It was an "Ugh!" of a match that had me wondering if that annoying triple overtime basketball game might come back on, the announcer screaming, "We made a mistake ... the score's still tied! Folks, we're going to quadruple overtime!"

It would've been a whole lot more exciting than watching Serena mumble to herself everytime (and I mean, EVERYTIME) she muffed a shot.

A bell ought to be going off in Serena's head right now: when a quality opponent shows her face in the coming rounds, Serena's going to wish that it was about two years ago, when tennis was the top priority in her life, not an appearance in People magazine.

What a difference a day makes! Battered in the first set and down 4-5 in the second set with her opponent serving to win the match, Serena fought back, and then fought back some more. You can pretty much gauge the shape she's in (and it surely isn't what it ought to be), but you can't measure the heart of a champion.

For her part, Nadia Petrova ought to be ordered to watch the match as we did: tossing her racket, grumbling over and over again, and smacking the racket on her noggin like a knucklehead: don't you think Serena was glancing over the net and enjoying every minute of your temper-filled meltdown?

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