Category Archives: squash

I am sitting in the gallery of the racquets court at the Racquet and Tennis Club in New York. It is enormous and starkly beautiful, the floor and walls lined with thick slate that is a deep heavy gray, almost … Continue reading →

Walking into the gallery of court one is like wading onto the subway platform at Times Square in the heat of summer. It’s humid, it’s hot as hell, and there are so many people it’s almost impossible to move. Fortunately, … Continue reading →

Ramy Ashour is a showman. This I decided while watching the finals of the Tournament of Champions last night. He comes onto the court prancing like a race horse in his silky green sweatpants, bouncing the ball from his racquet … Continue reading →

The wheel was spinning. Sweat was dripping. And I couldn’t stop grinning. I was back in the saddle again—as they say—and loving it. Between Christmas and New Year’s, I’d put over one thousand miles on my pick-up truck, but very … Continue reading →

My old Y is no longer. Can’t quite believe that two of my most beloved sports clubs are gone within a month of each other. I grew up in this place. Learned how to swim. Do somersaults and round-offs. And … Continue reading →

I lift a flip flopped foot over the seat and hop on the back of the scooter. I am wearing cut-offs, an MSRA tank top, and a Wilson backpack that has  two Prince Tour handles sticking out. My chauffeur revs … Continue reading →