My first insight into my future total inadequacy as a Wimbledon correspondent came when I met the WWL’s hyper-competent operations producer for the tournament.
“What are you planning?” she asked. “In terms of what angles are you working, what do you need to get the job done?”
“Um,” I said (suavely). “I was planning to … like, walk around and, I guess, look at stuff.”
She was very nice. Everyone was very nice. I went outside, sat down at Court 18, and spent five minutes watching a wizened man with a special grass-combing machine comb the grass. It started raining.
- Brian Phillips