$32 glasses of Champagne are a gateway drug to being dramatically escorted out by security.Friday night, during World No. 28 Alexei Popyrin’s scorching wipeout of No.
2 Novak Djokovic in Arthur Ashe Stadium, there was a blotto Barney Gumble in the crowd, who, every time he shouted “NOVAAAK!,” sounded as though he was upchucking toy cars.Not to be outdone, a child really did vomit right in front of me in the stands.
Her parents, exemplars of class and decorum, bolted the crime scene without so much as a “sorry.”The US Open is the only grand slam, by the way, that puts up a message on the jumbotron begging fans to behave. “Sportsmanship matters,” reads the Kindergarten-style nudge. “Be a good sport and cheer for good shots and hustling effort, not double faults and unforced errors.” Good luck with that.
Yes, New York tennis fans are unrepentant monsters. But would you believe we’re not the world’s rudest? I’ve attended every grand slam — the US Open, Australian, French and Wimbledon — and one people’s proud incivility stands far above the rest.
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