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- Breaking the rules of the Maah Daah Hey: how Not to mountain bike the Badlands
- When a road beckons… A summer of biking and books
- Last Women Standing: A Sobhy & El Sherbini Shoot Out
- Rooting for Sobhy & Wishing Age Didn’t Matter Much
- Another ToC Stunner: Gohar Downs Massaro
- Downton Abbey Blues: How to miss the best squash at ToC
- Big City, Bright Squash Lights – ToC 2016 Begins
- Penguins Know How to Party: An Ode to Howe Cup in Boston
- What Do Greek Olives Taste Like? Revelations in the Peloponnese
- What’s better than the best burger in NYC? Victory at the ToC!
- Who’s Afraid of a Five Game Match?? Not the Women.
- A Night of Frustration, Exhaustion, Surprise, and Predictability
- Nicol and Raneem’s Excellent Adventure Story
- A Night of New York Women…and Squash
- It’s a Good Day in the Badlands . . . if you can keep your bike upright
- The Here and Now: a little skiing/squash zen
- Snow, Beer, Nick Matthew & Amr: An Evening at the ToC
- Louder than Lions – Howe Cup Roars with Women
- A very good, bad day : cycling through the Olympic decision
- Every Night Eat Ice Cream: Charlie Johnson Brings Refreshing Advice to CityView
- Doubles for Mere Mortals: A Weekend at the U.S. Century Championships
- Facing Obama Arms & other Take-aways from the Tournament of Champions
- thinking twice: seven days on $33.29
- This City Smells : eating on $5 a day
- SNAP is not a game
- A Woman at the Fights
- Daily Squash Man
- one small step for lance
- Learning to Fall
- Fathers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons
- I am an Am, Sam I am: Amateur Adventures at the WDSA Turner Cup
- Could a Fashion Model Play Squash? Get Real.
- Get Out While You Can!
- No Slouching for El Sherbini at the Tournament of Champions
- Curly Hair Makes You a Better Squash Player – and other things learned at the ToC
- A Semi for the History Books: Big Upset at Briggs Cup!
- My Irene Triathlon: NYC to NE to the Catskills
- “Immersed in the everyday. Full tilt.”
- Master and Professor
- Flip Flop Squash
- Goodbye Y
- Obsession, Addiction, and reading a book about both
- 2000 miles of water: crossing the Atlantic by catamaran
Author Archives: Tracy J Gates
“Mamosam!” At least that’s what I thought I heard from my place on the bench outside of court #2 at the Yale Club in NYC. Then, “Vamosam!” Was I watching the right women’s Tournament of Champions qualifying match?? I turned … Continue reading
Ascending from the subway station at 42nd Street and the Avenue of the Americas still stirs the senses, even if you’ve lived in New York City for decades. Turn one way and it’s the glittery LEDs of Times Square. Turn … Continue reading
It was the year of the penguins. They looked left. They looked right. They looked cool in their black zoot suits, even as over two hundred women from fifty squash teams danced and sang and celebrated all around them. It … Continue reading
“Here,” the man said, walking over to some waist high earthenware jars, “you should try these.” He lifted the dinner plate sized lid, revealing dark purple olives glistening in brine. He took a ladle and scooped up four or five … Continue reading
What could be better than a mid-afternoon lunch at one of New York’s oldest bars—the Ear Inn, the Australian Open on the telly, and a cold beer and warm burger in front of you? Not much, trust me. But I … Continue reading
Deep into one of Thursday evening’s women’s semifinal matches at the J.P. Morgan Tournament of Champions, a woman sitting near me yelped loudly with disappointment. One of the players on court had made an error, losing the point. Usually, many … Continue reading
New York in winter. West Village wood smoke in the cold air. A steaming slice of John’s pizza burning your tongue. The white lights of the Chrysler building shining more beautiful than any constellation. It is supposed to be snowing, … Continue reading