What Might Have Been

February 07, 2000

It's doubtful that any American athlete who survived World War
II was as penalized by the conflict as was Don Budge, who died
last week at 84. When the war came, Budge was in his mid-20s, at
the height of his powers. In 1938 he had won the Grand Slam,
demonstrating a game without weakness, with a backhand that's
generally considered as close to perfection as a stroke has ever
been. Then he turned pro, whipped the estimable Ellsworth Vines
and Fred Perry and, at that point, might well have become the
finest player, before or since, to hit a tennis ball.

The war all but shut down the sport, and Budge volunteered for
the Army. One cool morning, while running an obstacle course, he
tore a muscle in his right shoulder. Neither his serve nor his
overhead was ever the same. Effectively his career was finished;
certainly his majesty was.

The most storied moment in tennis still belongs to Budge,
though. In 1937, just before he and Gottfried von Cramm stepped
onto the court in the Davis Cup semifinal at Wimbledon (the tie
was held at a neutral site), Hitler telephoned Cramm. "Ja, mein
Fuhrer," Cramm said repeatedly into the phone. His victory would
most likely have handed the Cup to Nazi Germany and kept it
there throughout the war, possibly to be lost forever. But with
the magnificent match in Cramm's grasp, 4-1 in the fifth set,
Budge changed tactics, started taking the ball on the rise and
won 6-8, 5-7, 6-4, 6-2, 8-6.

Budge would have turned pro after that year, but he dreamed up
the concept of winning the championships of the four nations
that had won the Davis Cup--Australia, England, France and the
U.S. Thus did Budge create the Grand Slam. And he positively
breezed. I asked him once to describe the highlights. "You know,
not a whole lot happened that year," he said. Budge was just too
good. In fact, what he remembered most about his Grand Slam was
earning a private concert from the great cellist Pablo Casals
after winning the French.

What everyone remembers about Budge is what a gentleman he was.
Jack Kramer saw him lose his temper only once, in 1954, on
Kramer's old pro tour, when Pancho Gonzales, then the world's
most formidable player, tried a bit of gamesmanship. Budge was
38 then, an opponent. He gritted his teeth and beat
Gonzales--his last victory of any consequence.

There should have been so many more wins for Budge, so much more
acclaim. He had the best of everything but timing.

--Frank Deford

B/W PHOTO: UPI DON BUDGE, 1915-2000

HOLE YARDS PAR R1 R2 R3 R4
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HOLE YARDS PAR R1 R2 R3 R4
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Eagle (-2)
Birdie (-1)
Bogey (+1)
Double Bogey (+2)