Davydenko in the clear, but the beautiful sport is left dirtied again


The image of tennis has long been that of a rather dainty exercise, played before ladies and gentlemen on lawns -- not anything so de classe as "fields." It was the last major sport where amateurs, not those grubby professionals, competed in the most important championships. "Love" is in the scoring. The one expression most often used to put down its snooty image is: "Tennis, anyone?"
But, in fact, tennis has always had a dark underside. It's revealing that that denigrating expression was, in fact, almost surely first uttered on Broadway by a young actor named ... Humphrey Bogart -- yes -- who, of course, became Bogie, the quintessential hard-boiled egg. Say it like the latter Bogart: "Tennis anyone?" and you get the more accurate depiction of reality.
Through the years a culture of deceit and hypocrisy infected the sport. Sure, it remained amateur, but everyone knew that the players -- casually known as "tennis bums" -- were being paid under the table, often by the very men who made the rules. Conflict of interest raged. If you didn't wear at least two hats you were at a disadavantage. Players understood that losing a match on purpose -- "tanking" was the everyday verb -- was tolerated. I can even remember hearing stories -- har, har -- about players on both sides of the net trying to tank the same match.
But then, in the many years I covered tennis, I heard it all. Who was pulling the strings, who was double-dealing, who was taking drugs, who was sleeping with whom. But, for all the genial corruption, never did I hear or know anyone else who heard that some player fixed a match for money ... until internet betting arrived a few years ago. It will probably shock most Americans to learn that, on the internet, tennis is the third-most popular betting sport in the world, trailing only horse racing and soccer.
As early as 2003 there were reports that players were throwing matches. Of course, that shouldn't be any surprise. The men's sport is set up almost to encourage it. Players are allowed to take guarantees, but don't have to let the public know. Players have the right not to count certain matches in their ranking. You play, you get guaranteed money, you lose, you inform the officials it doesn't count. Not only that, but you help your buddy whom you're playing to win and gain ranking points. Convenient, huh?
Last year, Betfair, by far the largest sports internet wagering exchange, took the extreme step of voiding all bets on a match that Nikolay Davydenko, then world No. 4, lost, most curiously, while millions of dollars piled in on his underdog opponent. Never before or since had Betfair felt it had to take this ultimate action. A review funded by the sport's most prominent body, the Association of Tennis Professionals, came up with 44 other suspect matches. More than a dozen pros have disclosed that they were approached to fix matches -- often right in a tournament locker room, even at Wimbledon. Murder in the cathedral! Imagine if Vegas voided all bets on, say, an NBA game and an investigation showed 44 others were dubious and a dozen players had been approached, even in their locker rooms. It would be cataclysmic. Nothing less than a joint session of Congress would surely be called.
But that's what happened in tennis and, as always, nothing budged. Recommendations for supposedly cleaning the sport up don't even require players who are approached by fixers to report any such damaging conversation. Don't tell, we won't ask. And, last week, after a year, and after all the media had scattered away from the U.S. Open, the ATP chose that moment to announce that it had completely cleared Davydenko.
So tennis goes on, as before, in a twilight world, where rules are made to be winked at. There are no more tennis bums, but, for me, the whole beautiful sport is a tennis bummer.

Frank Deford is among the most versatile of American writers. His work has appeared in virtually every medium, including print, where he has written eloquently for Sports Illustrated since 1962. Deford is currently the magazine's Senior Contributing Writer and contributes a weekly column to SI.com. Deford can be heard as a commentator each week on Morning Edition. On television he is a regular correspondent on the HBO show Real Sports With Bryant Gumbel. He is the author of 15 books, and his latest,The Enitled, a novel about celebrity, sex and baseball, was published in 2007 to exceptional reviews. He and Red Smith are the only writers with multiple features in The Best American Sports Writing of the Century. Editor David Halberstam selected Deford's 1981 Sports Illustrated profile on Bobby Knight (The Rabbit Hunter) and his 1985 SI profile of boxer Billy Conn (The Boxer and the Blonde) for that prestigious anthology. For Deford the comparison is meaningful. "Red Smith was the finest columnist, and I mean not just sports columnist," Deford told Powell's Books in 2007. "I've always said that Red is like Vermeer, with those tiny, priceless pieces. Five hundred words, perfectly chosen, crafted. Best literary columnist, in any newspaper, that I've ever seen." Deford was elected to the National Association of Sportscasters and Sportswriters Hall of Fame. Six times at Sports Illustrated Deford was voted by his peers as U.S. Sportswriter of The Year. The American Journalism Review has likewise cited him as the nation's finest sportswriter, and twice he was voted Magazine Writer of The Year by the Washington Journalism Review. Deford has also been presented with the National Magazine Award for profiles; a Christopher Award; and journalism honor awards from the University of Missouri and Northeastern University; and he has received many honorary degrees. The Sporting News has described Deford as "the most influential sports voice among members of the print media," and the magazine GQ has called him, simply, "The world's greatest sportswriter." In broadcast, Deford has won a Cable Ace award, an Emmy and a George Foster Peabody Award for his television work. In 2005 ESPN presented a television biography of Deford's life and work, You Write Better Than You Play. Deford has spoken at well over a hundred colleges, as well as at forums, conventions and on cruise ships around the world. He served as the editor-in-chief of The National Sports Daily in its brief but celebrated existence. Deford also wrote Sports Illustrated's first Point After column, in 1986. Two of Deford's books, the novel, Everybody's All-American, and Alex: The Life Of A Child, his memoir about his daughter who died of cystic fibrosis, have been made into movies. Two of his original screenplays have also been filmed. For 16 years Deford served as national chairman of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, and he remains chairman emeritus. He resides in Westport, CT, with his wife, Carol. They have two grown children – a son, Christian, and a daughter, Scarlet. A native of Baltimore, Deford is a graduate of Princeton University, where he has taught American Studies.