Photos by Anita Aguilar
UNIONDALE, N.Y. —When you take the train from Manhattan to the US Open, you have a pretty good idea that you’re going to a tennis tournament. Some of your fellow riders may be scrolling through schedules of play on their phones. Others may be reading about the previous day’s results in the paper. The truly devoted will be dressed in head-to-toe tennis gear.
So far, the same can’t be said for the area’s other professional tennis tournament, the New York Open, which is being played for the second time at the NYCB Live Nassau Coliseum in Uniondale, N.Y., this week. Traveling on the Long Island Railroad from Manhattan on Thursday, I didn’t spot any RF hats among the dozing commuters around me, and the Uber driver who took me to the arena at 11:00 A.M. asked if I was there to see the local hockey franchise, the New York Islanders. The Isles play their games at night, but it wasn’t an unreasonable question; the team’s fans have been known to tailgate all day in the parking lot, in the dead of winter.
But I wasn’t one of those crazies, and the Coliseum’s parking lot was quiet on this bright, cold, February afternoon. Atmosphere-wise, it was 180 degrees from Flushing Meadows. First you see the sleek, silvery, recently refurbished arena. Then you see the highway that encircles it. Then you see two hulking hotels, a Marriott and an Omni, that sit on the other side of that highway. And that’s all you see. Last year, Adrian Mannarino told the New York Times that if he hadn’t had his girlfriend along during the tournament, he might have killed himself from boredom. And he made the semis!