The few times I covered tennis tournaments, I enjoyed chatting with the Japanese journalists, who were there for one reason: to cover Kei Nishikori. As soon as he lost, they were sent home. You'd come in one day and their work stations would be empty.
So I felt sorry for them yesterday as I watched their man go down in straight sets. But then I thought: At least they got to stay till the end.
A Nishikori-Cilic final doesn't have the ring that a Djokovic-Federer final has, especially to CBS Sports executives. But at least they get to turn their cameras on the Japanese player's mother, the best-dressed sports parent to come along in decades.
A recent article takes travel writers to task for not alerting their readers to ISIS. But how can you blame travel writers for their failure to identify a terrorist group when they've not given any indication that we've been in an economic crisis for the last seven years?