In NYC and back online after a whole day out at Arthur Ashe.
* Elegant tennis court dryer-zamboni choreography, in figure eights, repeated several times over. I award a 6.0 for artistic impression!
* Getting to see Roger live for the first time, and at least he played well for one set.
* Seeing Andy's last match, and at least playing fairly well against a darn good Del Potro for the first two sets.
* A classy Del Potro afterwards.
* Marion Bartoli going for it and not giving up.
* Lots of fan goodies as usual, like the free earpiece for American Express cardholders that has a radio simulcast of the ESPN commentary, and a special lounge for cardholders inside the American Express Fan Experience full of charging stations and a private cafe. Everybody can also analyze their serve and play on an indoor practice court. Amex is also offering a $10 credit for Foursquare users if you spend at least $20 on an Amex card in one purchase anywhere at the Open (which is quite easy). Separately, you can also check out Mercedes-Benz cars, a Panasonic booth where they're lending cameras for free, and the Emirates Airline first-class private suite.
* Pretty good food as usual, including the Carnegie Deli, some good Indian food, a stand with humanely-raised beef, a revamped Heineken Red Star Cafe with lots more seating, and even the humdrum chicken caesar wraps from inside the stadium were cool.
* Getting to hear Shriekapova, partially mitigated by the fact that she wasn't too bad in person (at least today).
* The rain delays and the missed Murray-Cilic match in the day session (relocated to Armstrong), partially mitigated by the fact that we did get good tennis for the remainder of the day session.
* Federer just... all over the place.
* A fat old guy invading my seat in section 202 after I got up for 5 minutes after the 4th set in Federer-Berdych just to throw my trash away. I politely asked him whether the seat was his, to which he sheepishly admitted that it wasn't. When I noted the seat was mine and that I'd been sitting there for 4 hours already, he didn't budge. I got the ushers involved, and he impudently insisted that I prove that the seat was mine. Well, I had my ticket in my hand, and my seatmates came to my defense. He stalked off silently, but not before I uttered some choice words, like "have you no f**king shame?" C*nt.