Such was the case last week. Juan Carlos Ferrero, a former No. 1 player, a Grand Slam champion eight (gulp) years ago, JCF has since fallen deep in the rotation. His ranking has gone down the mineshaft. At age 31, he battles constant injuries. Even when Rafael Nadal pulled out, his name wasn't even mentioned for the Spanish Davis Cup roster. But last week, he looked like the world-beater of years past. Playing in just his third event of 2011, he won the Merceds Cup in Stuttgart, Germany, the 16th title of his career. It's not exactly winning the French Open. But one suspects that, in its way, it was comparably sweet.
We got another sample of tennis' nuttiness this past week. The circuit threaded its way through two claycourt events in Europe -- right after the grasscourt stretch ended and the hardcourt season is about to commence. It was a dead week in the United States, save for World TeamTennis.
Now in its mid-30s, the WTT was created in the image of its ... how to put this? ... irrepressible co-founder, Billie Jean King. WTT matches tend to resemble a cross between a tennis event and a county fair replete with multi-colored courts, five-game minisets and mid-match dance contests in the stands. The alphabet soups sneer at WTT and treat it like the annoying tag-along younger sibling. But the better family analogy might be the wacky uncle. You go most of the year without seeing it. When you do, it's fun and entertaining, sometimes a little off-kilter, but ultimately benign. For more information, check out
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