Tennis journalist
Bud Collins died last week and I wanted to reminisce a bit.
I've been a sports fan since I was a kid. And as I grew older, tennis became one of my favorite sports. I enjoyed playing tennis myself, but I
really enjoyed watching the pros play on TV. And Collins became my favorite sportscaster of all. The more I heard him, the more I liked him.
His enthusiasm, wit and encyclopedic knowledge of tennis history made him unique among American tennis broadcasters. And from what I've read and heard over the years, he was also a kind and generous man.
It's interesting how we (viewers / fans) can become attached to people we've never actually met. I often thought I'd love to have dinner with Collins so I could pick his brain about tennis and sports in general. I'll miss him.
In my opinion, pro tennis reached its aesthetic peak at the end of the wood racquet era. One of my fondest sports memories is of watching TV coverage of John McEnroe play Ivan Lendl at an indoor tournament in Philadelphia in the early 1980s. McEnroe, with his trusty wood racquet, somehow was able to defuse the missiles Lendl was firing across the net. "Asbestos Hands" is how Collins referred to McEnroe that day. I still smile when I think about that match.
If anyone is interested in Collins or pro tennis, I recommend his autobiography
My Life With the Pros.
Thanks for the memories, Bud. You were the best!
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