Women's Final

US Open Diary Part 4

by Jake Kring-Schreifels

Previous Entries: Part 1- Part 2- Part 3

I’m running, no sprinting, out of the bowels of Arthur Ashe Stadium, one last time past the cafeteria, through the media garden door, into the plaza, round the fountain, and up the Court of Champions. I’ve got five minutes to catch the shuttle bus and the main entrance gate ahead of me is closed. I’ve got forty pages to read about Old Testament codes of purity related to things like bestiality and eating pork because I have class tomorrow. The gate is locked and I’m cursing and I’m going to miss this bus and I’m going to get in past midnight and I’m going to be tired all day and...