This is the reality on the ground...as they say. Just take a look around you. People walking around with their heads stuck in their phones. I took a train to Gothenburg recently and everyone on that train was hooked into a gizmo. Sometimes two. Me? None. I've been on this divorce myself from the new reality kick.
But tennis certainly does metaphor life. More and more every single traditional aspect of tennis has been erradicated from the game. Compared to the game in 1968...when the game coincidentally went "open" and I first picked up a racquet. Let's call it for what it is...a FUBAR. Fucked up beyond all recognition. Well...it has hit the bottom of the barrel. The number one player in the world is not only the most boring one dimensional player ever, he is also a convicted drug cheat.
More and more the game is referenced to in terms of digital means. Stats galore. Cyclops...or rather Hawk Eye. The entire shebang. It is what it is...the game is a progressive game in terms of modern political speak. A rather interpretation of progressive below. Censorship is in vogue. Even soft censorship. Old school announcers rolling over to the Modern game like the old one never existed. The occasional oblique reference. Yeah...give me McEnroe and Borg anytime. Like magicians compared to the new nonsense.
The modern game of tennis is the result of progressive intervention. You can see the same in society today. Tennis metaphoring life...again.
Virtual reality. Virtual morality. Where does it end?

"The Devils"...Fyodor Dostoyevsky 1871
"I have already hinted that all sorts of low-class individuals had made an appearance among us. In troubled times of uncertainty or transition all sorts of low individuals appear everywhere. I am not talking about the so-called "progressives", who are always in a greater hurry than everyone else (that is their chief concern) and whose aims, though mostly absurd, are more or less definite. No, I am speaking only of the rabble. This rabble, which you will find in any society, usually rises to the surface in every period of transition, and is not only without any aim, but also without an inkling of an idea, merely expressing with all its strength unrest and impatience.. And yet this rabble without realizing it itself, almost always finds itself under the command of the small crowd of "progressives", who act with a definite aim, and it is they who direct this scum where they like, provided they themselves are not composed of utter idiots, which, however happens, too." Fyodor Dostoyevsky…”The Devils”, Part III Chapter 1
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