But it's unfortunate when writers and columnists who are clearly watching the sport for the first time all year swoop into New York for a day and write a lazy piece about how lame the men's game has become. A particularly untenable column that ran in a newspaper of record opined: "Most of the top men on the tour are faceless. Costa, Cañas, Ferrero and Moya sounds like a law firm in Spain, but they are four of the top six money-winners this year. Ever heard of them? Stop fibbing. Unless you watch tennis regularly, and most sports fans do not, you couldn't identify them if they cranked one of their 125-mile-an-hour serves over your head." Huh? The implication that the players are faceless because they have foreign names is offensive. And anyone who thinks Juan Carlos Ferrero or Albert Costa is serving 125 mph is clearly out of his depth talking authoritatively about the sport.
Good on him to point out this idiocy.
Although I disagree with Wertheim quite often, I don't think he's as werthless as some other so-called 'tennis' writers, like this one quoted here.
This person probably has never heard these names either, but as he thinks he knows a lot about tennis, he assumes that this applies for everyone else. And LMAO at the 125 MPH. Yes, Spaniards have always been famous for being the biggest servers on tour.