OT:
I wonder if that's the same dimly lit, old wood-floored arena where back in the 60's, I saw Pancho Gonzales destroy Lew Hoad, a young Rod Laver and Ken Rosewall in successive evenings after giving up 2 sets every evening only to storm back and in each 5th set, totally devour his victims with the flattest, most powerful ground strokes, I'd ever seen or imagined. I attended with the West Point coach, a ranked player named "Bitsy" Harrison and we both gasped at the sheer athleticism and will of this fading superstar.