The pool of money is driven by TV contracts, corporate sponsorships, the gate, etc. Golf probably has more lucrative TV deals and certainly has more lucrative corporate deals.
Men's tennis also has been forced to subsidize women's tennis at the majors and the shared big events. If they had separate events, the men's take would be much larger than it currently is. It is like the NBA having to split its revenue stream with the WNBA. It is ridiculous.
The ATP carries way too many players. If you are outside of the top 80, you should be in the minors, win there, grab some sponsors and try to make it on the big tour. Why someone who is 225 is traveling around trying to make it in a big tourney is hard to understand. Play the satellites, stay on your friends couch, and try to make it to the big tour if you win at the satellite level.
If anything, the top players are the ones who are cheated. They bring in all the money, not some dude who is 147 in the world.
If you want to make more money, win more matches. If you are not good enough to win, take the hint and go home.
No matter how small he may look from the bottom, it takes an even smaller man up top, to never look back.... Talent deserves a chance to be heard, but to get there...at some point, someone must have given back, and cared. Laying the groundwork down so that footsteps maybe followed long after our own departure. Long term, it is good for the game. To become the best in the world requires something more. Life is short. It's a huge risk to give it all up on a do or die premise...which is what a shocking number of families did to give their "golden egg" child that one in a million shot in the dark...at the *pinnacle of human achievement.* It's more than just going through the motions that is required. A top ten talent who goes through the motions on a day, *is going to lose* period, to about 200 or more players in the world, *at least.* Even Takao Suzuki was fiesty enough to push Roger Federer...so what does that tell you? That's how *unbelievably* good you have to be to reach that level. It's something you usually either have in you, or don't...because, not just anybody can be world class. How many students at Harvard every year, at every elite institution in the world why don't we multipy the numbers just to get some perspective here...how many well-to-do, upper middle class students at the very least go onto really nice universities and really nice careers, how many in each class/grade...no seriously, can you not even *begin* to see the difference? The difference is simply unfathomable; it's downright astronomical. The odds of being a world class anything is amazing...and it's also why no one would really pay to watch a surgeon just to be entertained, or a trial just to watch...unless a sensational "somewhat white hottie" like Casey Anthony was involved.... Again, you need something more. The fear of throwing your life away into an abyss is simply astonishing...and yet that's what the Agassi, Sharapova, Seles, Kournikova's, Pierce's, Williamses, Capriatis, and on and on and on have done for their one shot at *immortality.* Ever hear the theme song to Fame? It was not inspired by a typical working man's plight. The path is clearer, when you're not expected to be EXTRAORDINARY...to DEFY what the human *spirit* should be capable of. The ability to move the soul is a very real aspect of the human spirit, and those with that capacity...it can be a terrible thing to waste. If your buddy *really* did actually have a chance...however, *remote*, yet still a *legitimate* chance at going down in history...would you let him slip? Would you want him to? If you were that parent, what would you do? Because just ask Andre Agassi's dad about that, you take anything less than G.O.A.T. territory, and make it clear that it's worth NOTHING to you, and then proceed to snap-crack-fracture the soul in half...as though it were a twig. It's not pretty, but sometimes that IS what is required, to SEAR it into the brain...*let not society* ever deter you, you must be completely utterly delusional and *until that day,* that I say you've "made it," you don't really deserve to live. You have no right to.
I think everyone should try to develop their abilities only as far as they think it'll take humanity. Because, certainly, looking back, didn't Agassi give back? It became more important to him than the tennis itself, and that right *therein* was the key to him not jumping the shark, *too early.* This said, just think if Nick Bolletieri did nothing but feed him gruel on day on full scholarship...what would he have become? What, about 5'2" and several inches shorter than his 1st generation dad? He never would have made it then, now would he? No matter how talented, he would have had *no shot whatsoever.* Better to just focus on becoming the best brick layer you can be, than waste your spirit away on the dumbest, most idiotic, pointless, hopes and dreams, you never in a million years asked for...but, it was kinda just lumped on you, and you don't know why. If you're naturally gifted, it's the easiest thing in the world to just walk away because you can...but if you're a "good" person, you can't. And after awhile, you don't really have a choice, for too much time has past. I used to cram for every test 1 hour before school in a public park walking 45 minutes all the way just to get there in time...of the two consistently best I put in 1/50th the time for just about the same "caliber" of top scoredness, even if I did end up ditching school exactly 57 times. Life is easier when you have a clear coscience to follow the *set* path, knowing there maybe something there for you. The outcomes in hindsight were statistically *completely predictable.* Die for one shot in the dark...*for virtually NOTHING* in return...and see how that feels. Does that rob you of your human spirit to "fight," to continue on with this life any longer? Yeah, I freaking bet. Of all the predictables, who took the set and *relatively* clear path to the *promised land*...there is NOT EVEN ONE who ever cared enough to look back. Nope, not even my own sister...who know what I'd gone through already, how much "will" to continue could their possibly be left? And yet who really "deep down" would want me to give up right, after all? The administration who surely must have known the repurcussions. So why should I care anymore? Because, it's the *right* thing to do. No other reason, because it's what little gift I have to "save" the untouchables, in one shot, I breathed, and I gave (however, stupid it's made me feel...and yet, I feel what good is a "theory," if you haven't actually been willing to "die" to give it life.). Anyway, to me, everyone has a different set of problems, help who you can, so they FEEL like they can make a *contribution* to society today. Gosh darn it, you never know, if you pay challenger players better; they might actually show up and put on all that razz-matazz that they're "handlers" always said they were "capable" of. And you never know, an old geezer might be having a heart attack, then stop and change his mind right in the middle of it...because he did not want to miss that point...WOW! That single point, has truly made my life worth living. Boy, hot diggity, dawn! God, I'm not ready to die yet...ok, now that I've truly seen everything, I'm ready, ker-Plunk! Save David Nalbandian the trouble, this here challenger player here is more than splendid enough to cover the funeral expenses...tada! Yawn, such is another remainder of why yes, even challenger players "deserve" the right to not be so miserable all the time. You've got problems!?! Who cares about your problems, when it's only the passion to actually *contribute* that can possibly turn a life around today. Encourage...don't just assume (not speaking to you, but someone else in this thread, sorry) that challenger players "gave up" their whole *soul* for what is by comparison relatively unsure...just got in it for "the babes." 'Cause it's not true. Once in the real world, a balding politician with a rhinocerous laugh becomes by far more attractive...as the years wear on, it becomes clear what really mattered most of all. It's the *sure* thing, a *fully-realized* Patrick Rafter that captures all the hearts...not so much, not nearly as much, an unrealized vision of Patrick Rafter still sleeping in a locker room, on a razor blade. It's only in the aftermath, that you see who was really ever there for you to come through, or not. It's how life is. It's what makes it exciting. :-?