Morning Update

I never thought I would ever write this sentence, but here it is: my shower in Paris (yes, its actually attached to the wall above head height, and there’s a shower curtain) has better water pressure than the ones at the apartment in New York, or at the farm in game-rich Andes.

My world is turned upside down. My belief system lies shattered in a million little pieces, kind of like Martina Hingis’s game, now that she got waxed by Not So Li’l Kim.

But there it is. If you think I’m setting you up for some kind of Francophobe punch line, you can relax. It’s all true. You can email Matt Cronin – he’ll confirm it.

Suddenly, I’m loving Paris, The City of Showerheads! I see a tourism campaign and bumper sticker in this: Paris Is For Shower Takers! I’m humming the tune to, “A Rainy Day in My Shower in Paris” Life is good, I’m drinking in the fragrance of the spring blossoms, not to mention that of the stinky waiters in their monochromatic uniforms, smoking a Gauloise as they bring my café au lait (that’s French for coffee that arrives too long after you ordered it).

This morning, I went before the board of the International Tennis Writer’s Association to discuss my having gone public with information that the ITWA board felt was strictly internal and confidential material (the backstory is at my Whistle-Blower Me blog) . It isn’t necessary or relevant for me to discuss the specifics of the meeting, and I think ITWA’s request to keep the substance of the discussion confidential is reasonable and fair. But I also feel obliged to tell you all that my position has not changed on the public’s “right-to-know” issues, and I will report on any relevant developments at the appropriate time.

Whoops, Venus Williams presser coming up – gotta run. I’ll post on it forthwith!