I love everything about the US Open- the tennis whites, the 7 train ride, R-Fed- but there is nothing I like more than watching a player have a tantrum on the court. I have played tennis all of my life and nearly everytime I play, I have a nervous breakdown. It's my serve; it's my toss; but usually it's my backhand. Seeing the pros break down and scream, curse at themselves, throw their racquets, hit their shoes, bite on some balls, gives me solace. After all, misery loves company. Especially at the US Open.
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