farewell

Dear readers,

When we started blogging four years ago — about tattoos (on Flavio Saretta and Potito Starace), trophies (still our fave: Bercy 2006), and Lleyton‘s marriage to Bec — we never thought of TSF as anything more than a casual hobby. Instead it gave us a chance to flex our tennis geekery: becoming besties with Sorana, obsessing about Mirka, playing “Where In the World is Andre Sa?”, founding a one-man fan club for Kolya, and polling everyone about their Top 5. (Who’s in ours, you ask? We both agree on Monaco, Melzer, Nole, and the puffy pecs on Igor Andreev.)

But as 2011 came to a close, we felt that it was time to move on and make room for our other projects. This will be our last post on TSF.

We’ll still be covering similar topics in our own work (uhhh SI pairing Rafa with Bar Rafaeli? Sexy.), so if you are curious to follow: Nick’s at @nickmccarvel and Erwin’ll be at @erwincong. (Note: TSF’s Twitter will continue to be maintained.)

Tennis Served Fresh wouldn’t have made it this far without support: from family and friends who clicked away on posts; readers who visited and left comments; industry folk who let us pick their brains; labels who let us into their showrooms; contributors who helped us with coverage; and from fellow journos whom we spent many, many hours with in the trenches. Thanks to everyone. Without you, Erwin would never have ended up peeing next to Tursunov and Melzer in a U.S. Open bathroom.

Until next time: hugs, kisses, and a Venus Williams twirl (maybe a Petkorazzi shimmy??) —

Erwin and Nick