PARIS—A good way to describe Andrea Petkovic and Bethanie Mattek-Sands: cult players. Skilled enough to have had excellent and rewarding careers, but also occupying that place separating aspirants from Grand Slam singles champions that can best be defined as indeterminate.
Petkovic and Mattek-Sands each bring considerable flair to the court. Extremely rare for a tennis player, Petkovic waxes on literature, politics, art, culture. She is likely the only player to have played Fed Cup and absorbed the works of Nietzsche, Saul Bellow, Oscar Wilde and many other authors that earn friendly nods from liberal arts majors. Petkovic revealed today that she’s reading a massive biography of Barack Obama.
While Petkovic reads extensively, Mattek-Sands is a fanciful character in her own right. Everything from her colorful outfits to eclectic series of all-court tactics give the American literary qualities, her life and tennis game a spiral-bound notebook chockfull of notions, compositions, emoticons and squiggles. Game plans? Yes. Audibles at the line of scrimmage? Even better. Mid-point alterations? All day, baby.
So it was that just prior to 2:00 p.m., Petkovic and Mattek-Sands walked out to play their second-round match on Court 8, a tiny field court with a capacity of 590.
Such is the life of a cult player. Four years ago, Petkovic had made it to the semifinals at Roland Garros. But 12 months later she’d lost in the first round and was now ranked 107th. Mattek-Sands, twice a doubles champion at Roland Garros, had a year ago reached the third round of the singles, taking out No. 15 seed Petra Kvitova. But a horrific knee injury Mattek-Sands suffered at Wimbledon had taken her out of the game for nearly eight months, during which time Mattek-Sands’ singles ranking had plummeted to No. 202.
A good way to describe this match would be to hijack the title of a book set partially in Paris, Charles’ Dickens A Tale of Two Cities. Call Petkovic versus Mattek-Sands A Tale of Two Sets.
Petkovic won eight of the first nine points. This set the tone for a bully-like first set. If Mattek-Sands had any ideas, it was hard to even get a word in edgewise, Petkovic’s depth and accuracy a form of sustained oppression. Just about every time Petkovic hit a groundstroke, she emitted a grunt with this sound: “Ooooffff – ta.” Given her appetite for words, did it mean anything? Google turned up “Uff da,” a Norwegian exclamation for bafflement, surprise, dismay.
None of that applied to Petkovic, who sealed up the first set, 6-0, in 27 thunder-like minutes.
Match point from Petkovic's win over Mattek-Sands in Roland Garros: