Sports photography, I learned yesterday, isn't easy. The players insist on making all the good plays when you aren't pointing the camera at them!
Jarry Park has changed over the past few decades, but it still offers a big bang for its sporting buck, as it were.
Thirty years ago (oops forty?) I could watch Major League Baseball for 50 cents in the bleachers, and today I can watch ATP legends for just a little more.
Paying 45 dollars, these inflationary days, for a front row seat to see Nadal and Dimitrov and others, 3 games in a session, is pretty paltry and that's what I paid yesterday at the Rogers Cup.
And you can bring your own food and save on the concessions and the long line-ups.
Who was to know? I should have attended a tournament earlier. Silly me.
It's all pretty democratic at the Rogers.. Even if tennis is a bit of an elitist sport.
And there's choice too. You can see more players, if you wish to scurry around. You can even watch practices.
(I know most tennis fans know this ALREADY, but I didn't.) My son says the fans are 'props' for the television show, hence the good deal.
And the Uniprix Stadium site is beautiful, I've discovered, after all these years. Pretty park too. Very nice picturesque lake with fountain. No pylons anywhere! Phew. And large posters of beautiful Genie Bouchard gracing the grounds. They didn't waste any time, did they?
For starters, I saw two Spanish teams in doubles, with Nadal and Ferrer up close, as I sat in my AA row seat, and then we wandered over to see Youzhny and Meltzer and then we stayed to watch Dimitrov lose to Granollers who is deceptively powerful, I discovered. A ballet dancer with a blistering shot.
We heard Pospisil win. Such a roar! I said, "Pospisil must have won." And then I checked Twitter to find I was right.
But I agree with my son, Dimitrov is fun to watch. He has style. Even when losing. Tennis seems to have a lot of 'old lady' fans like me (I wonder why?) but the teenyboppers were there for Dimitrov, snapping pictures.
We're going again today. Great line-up. Except for Gasquet, we will have seen, in person, all the players we like, thanks in large part to the Canadians pushing top players out of the Big Stadium.
Dimitrov doing Poseidon. I cut off the legs, alas. Granollers was Zeus yesterday.
Long body, short legs.
I have to admit, Nadal looks even better in person. And Ferrer looks like my husband. He has the same legs, shoulders. Or at least my husband, who was a runner, had the same legs way back in the day.
He's about as tall too. No wonder I can't help but like Ferrer.
My son said to me as we watched the quartet of Spaniards, "Shh. They can hear you. It's disrespectful. We're in the front row!"
And I wasn't even saying anything bad. Just 'He should have got that."
But at least I turned off my cell, and nervously checked 10 times. I assumed if my phone went off two burly bouncers would pick me up by the neck and throw me out FOREVER.
Not so. At the very small Number 5 court where we say Youzhny and Meltzer and Dimitrov, two phones went off, a woman's and a man's, and in the case of the man he just got up and started walking out while talking.
The arbitre said, "Hurry along, please."
I hoped he was President of the World and the call was about something critical to world peace.
As as for the other rule, no telephoto lenses, ha! I saw plenty and not only the professional photographers.
No one warned them either.
Such a civil game!