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GogoGirl
Sep 7th, 2002, 06:58 PM
"SATURDAY - IN THE PARK" "IT'S OUR PARTY AND WE'LL FEEL PROUD IF WE WANT TO - PROUD IF WE WANT TO" "YOU'D BE PROUD TOO - IF IT HAPPENED TO YOUUUUUUU"


I am getting antsy now and I'm full of anticipation. I can hardly wait for the big show and to see who'll be in the stands. Wonder if Lennox will be there?

I'm almost finished w/my housework - cause I want to just relax the rest of the afternoon. I still have to cut up some collard greens for tomorrow, and later help my daughter make the pizza dough for our homemade pizza party.

Otherwise - I'm chilling and enjoying the Agassi/Hewitt match. Have they showed a pic of little Jaden Gil yet? "COME ON ANDRE" "WIN IT FOR YOUR BOY"

"COME ON VENUS & SERENA" "LET'S GO!" "ON AND ON AND ON AND ON - W/THE ALL WILLIAMS SHOW" "ENJOY YOUR RULE NOW -FOR NOTHING LASTS FOREVER" "DON'T WASTE YOUR VALUABLE TIME WORRYING ABOUT THE CRITICS AND DETRACTORS" "LIVE YOUR TENNIS LIVES TO THE FULLEST"



http://www.boston.com/dailyglobe2/250/sports/Sisters_reservation_is_for_a_party_of_two+.shtml




Sisters' reservation is for a party of two


By Bud Collins, Globe Columnist, 9/7/2002

EW YORK - They're throwing another sorority party tonight at Flushing Meadow. Very exclusive sorority. Only two members. These first ladies of Alpha Belta Bamma, who belted and bammed their way through a couple of troublesome, would-be party-poopers yesterday, do not care to share the fun of a major occasion with outsiders.



Maybe they're snooty, but that's the way it is. Two's company, three's a cloud of gloom.

You'd be welcome if your name were Williams. Otherwise you have to buy a ticket or a television to gawk, from respectable distance, at the asphalt-floored ballroom where the two sisters will stage another of their private bashes such as have occurred previously this year in Paris and London.

The two of them are international playgirls, as you may know: Venus Ebone Starr Williams and Serena Jamika Williams, millionairesses who have cornered the tennis market. Their sorority, dating to Sept. 26, 1981, when Serena arrived on earth to be initiated, hooking up with Venus, is a restricted sisterhood, a closed corporation. But much more elite than Yale's Skull and Bones or Harvard's Porcellian.

Definitely a meritocracy. They didn't get to the top of their profession through pull, nepotism, networking, bribery, or favoritism of any kind. The ladies of Alpha Belta Bamma earned the right to be alone on a tennis court atop the world, blaze away at each other fiercely, and then, in Serena's words, ''become close friends again when the match is over because love is much deeper than tennis.''

As usual, in the semifinal of a major championship, this time the US Open, which both have won, outsiders tried their best to cancel the party, exclude the sorority from another ''just us, thank you'' gala at Arthur Ashe Stadium.

Amelie Mauresmo from France, strong, athletic, and determined, gave her finest Joan of Arc imitation. Swinging her racket like a broadsword, Mauresmo actually took a set from Venus and threatened to sever the defending champion from the tournament before falling, 6-3, 5-7, 6-4.

This called for merely another routine Venusian finish near the two-hour mark. Nothing more explosive than, say, the latest eruption of Mount St. Helens. There Venus was, cratered. Lurching and lagging in that abyss called triple break point, she could look up and see Mauresmo eagerly ready to pounce on one of the breakers to square matters at 5-5.

''Well, yes,'' Venus recalled, ''it was 0-40, and that's a challenge. But I was relaxed. I was calm. I've had a lot of experience, and that helps. I suppose I didn't want to let the game go - so I went for it.''

In a huge way. Faster than you could say belta, bamma, belta, bamma zinged her serves - two winners at 116 miles per hour and an ace on the center stripe at 114. ''Yes, I did go for the ace that got me to deuce.'' Gone were the breakers. Then came another winner at 122 m.p.h., and Mauresmo felt like Joan of Arc at the stake. Venus changed up on a second serve, 79 m.p.h., which the Frenchwoman overhit harmlessly. Gone was her chance.

''Unbelievably she did that,'' Amelie sighed. ''Four big first serves. Nothing I can do.''

Venus had booked the room for a Saturday soiree, but it was up to Serena to confirm her attendance. That she did against 1998 champ Lindsay Davenport, 6-3, 7-5. Not to be outdone in eruptive closures, Serena swiped three set points to 5-5 from Lindsay like this: her 12th of 13 aces, a service winner, and a ripping forehand. She was off on a decisive foxtrot to 11 of the last 12 points, and was ready for a major shindig on the order of the recent French Open and Wimbledon finals, and last year's US Open.

Surely they will be faithful to the sorority motto: ''Anything you can hit, I can hit harder!'' Perhaps a band will play the theme, ''I've Got You, Babe.'' It will be one more chapter in a dickens of a long-running serial, ''A Tale of Two Siblings.''

This story ran on page E3 of the Boston Globe on 9/7/2002.
© Copyright 2002 Globe Newspaper Company.

CHOCO
Sep 7th, 2002, 08:42 PM
great article!

It's a Williams party and no one else is invited! :)