The temperature was dashing to a high of 97; the humidity, an oppressive 70%. Combined, the air on the red clay tennis court in Mount Pleasant, South Carolina, felt like 110 degrees.
University of Virginia alumna Emma Navarro slugged balls with a hired gun hitting partner, a former collegiate men’s player.
Fwump, fwump, fwump.
Navarro belted a screamer to the baseline and her opponent’s racket sounded a sour thwack. A string snapped in surrender.
“Emma,” a reporter said, “you broke his strings.”
“Maybe I should ease up a little,” she said sheepishly.