Cramerica
Semi-Pro
Feel free to sticky this. I lived in Astoria for many years and used to go to the USO regularly - first as a common attendee and later as a lower-tier correspondent. So here's what to expect and a few tips:
- Take the subway to get there. It'll drop you off right in-between the Mets stadium and the USO facility. Take a quick peak at the Mets stadium because no one ever goes there despite it actually being quite nice. I did a Spartan race there one year and saw a guy throw up in a trash can. From the subway you'll walk along a boardwalk to the facility. Unless you're showing up with Tiffany the influencer to be seen at a late-round night sesh with Alcaraz, the lines to get in are light and quick and the people are friendly.
- Don't get suckered into getting one of those Amex earphones. Grow up.
- You bought tickets for a round 1 or later? Chump - go to the qualifying rounds where you can watch for free.
- Be sure to watch a couple matches from the side courts - you can get only a few feet away from the court and see just how hard they hit it. You thought maybe you could take a game from some of these guys but you're 4.5 USTA dreams have been shattered. Better get new poly strings.
- If you're done early, take advantage of the Flushing station to get dim sum. Everyone knows the best food in NYC is in Queens. Otherwise you travelled all the way to New York just to go to Applebee's in Times Square and they're known to go intercontinental.
- There are 7 kinds of people at the USO, so figure out which group you will want to join before you get there:
- Influencers - you'll need to dress inappropriately and take peace sign pictures next to a Billy Jean King poster - you'll have no idea who she is and you tagged Martina Navritalova because you've seen her on Real Housewives of Miami.
- Drunk mom - try your best to get on camera while you're at a late night match. You bought seats in the nose bleeds but because it's 1am, you've moved down to the third row because most people have responsibly gone home for work tomorrow. But you've consumed twelve honey deuces and you've added the empty cups to the pile started by the frat kids next to you. You're convinced you're young and cool but sympathy and patience is running low. You've tried dancing during the changeovers but the camera's yet to have found you, so you start resorting to chugging beer. You'll want to go ahead and call into work the next day.
- Tennis player - you play 4.0 tennis for USTA and your team placed third in the city championships in mixed doubles over 55. You've elected to wear the same tennis attire to the USO as you would if you were playing a match. Your hat is vented and a highlighter color. Your tennis shoes are Asics (not the FF series because they don't offer you enough support). You won't say it aloud, but you're hoping that by wearing your tennis attire, there may be an Emma Radacanu or a Emma Navarro who's hitting partner is feeling ill and they're in need of an emergency hit - they spot you in the crowd already dressed in your garb, ready and warmed up, and you find yourself on the practice courts shanking forehands you can't handle and you blame the Head racquet that was handed to you, because you only play Wilson.
- Rich people - you're not one of them, so don't try.
- Frat guy - see drunk mom above. You wear a Rolex but it's one your Dad gave to you because he no longer wears an entry level Submariner. Cornell would have been a great landing spot but you ended up at a SUNY school - still respectable. That's okay because you're dad's a lawyer. You yell during serves and only your brothers think it's funny. You tell people about it the next day.
- Casual fan - a dying breed but the most reasonable. You play tennis but it's not your everyday apparel. You're there by yourself or one other person - it's not a festival and you know that. You might buy one alcoholic drink later in the afternoon and regret it both because of the price and because it's made you tired because you realize the ticket deal you bought from Vivid placed you in the afternoon sun.
- Sign/flag bearer - you're one of those people. You're clever knows no bounds. You're are schlepping this rolled up masterpiece that you created last night all the way from the hotel, onto the subway, and throughout the USO facility. You're supremely dedicated to a sign with a goat and a trailing word whose last three letters droop down the side because you ill-planned for the spacing but you only bought one posterboard so you've got no choice. The fans behind you will disgust you, but they'll be nice enough not to say anything, ensuring that you'll never learn.
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