The view from the parking lot at IWTG. Literally.
It has been a few years (3 maybe?) since I’ve gone to the tournament at Indian Wells. Skipped because moving, then for Paris, and then because I had hockey tickets for a back to back that weekend. So I missed all of the development that has gone on. And there has been a lot, thank you, Larry Ellison.
First, Stadium 2 with its restaurants – Nobu, a steak/chops place, and an Italian/brick oven pizza place. Each morning over the weekend, there would be a line of people to get in, because the seats are all good and the line up was excellent. [Rafa Nadal and Fernando Verdasco played the Bryan brothers Saturday evening, and you can be sure that people staked out seats WAY earlier that the “no earlier than” start time. Monfils, Mugaruza, a bunch of other good matches played there.]
Second, the Brita water filter stations at the base of both stadiums – best thing ever, far better than the limited water fountains I’ve seen elsewhere.
Third, the sheer volume of vendors is crazy. Last time I was there, there was a big awning with a Corona sponsored bar. Gone is Corona; now Moet et Chandon is in that spot. Of course, there’s a different beer tent, and a RumChata tent, etc. And the food vendors are better than average. Ice cream, iced lattes, deli, seafood, CaliMex, salads, it seemed like you could find anything you wanted. [Except maybe a ladies t-shirt in a size larger than XS or S.]
Actually, IWTG is the only sporting venue I’ve ever been to where the lines out the men’s bathroom are longer than the lines out the ladies’ bathroom door. Uniformly. More often than not, there was no line for the ladies at all. I don’t know if it’s because the tournament designed the buildings with more stalls for the ladies or what, but I was totally impressed.
I saw some random matches, just because. This time around, I went out of my way to see Inigo Cervantes, a Spanish player who was completely schooled by Raonic, just because I loved his name. And Bjorn Fratangelo, who took a set from Djokovic. Plus Venus and Serena and Andy and Rafa. So glad to see Juan Martin del Potro back, even if he looked a little rusty against Berdych.
Also, because I’m a dork, I was thrilled that I got to use a line from one of my favorite TV shows ever: “It’s raining in Indian Wells.” It did! Followed by a dust storm.
Huddled on the upper deck of Stadium 1, waiting for the rain and wind to stop so the Venus Williams – Kurumi Nara match could resume.
Actually, the dust was more noticeable than in the past because the wind was so high the whole time. In fact, it was so cold and windy on Sunday after the first night match that pretty much everyone left…so the scattered fans up in the Loge were invited down courtside to watch Halep’s match, which I appreciated. Driving back that night, I was confused by the haze in the distance that I could see off other drivers’ headlights; it wasn’t until I hit the highway and saw the dust/sand drifting that I realized what it was.
ETA: Anecdotally, the sentiment among fans there regarding Maria Sharapova’s drug ban/violation seemed *much* less forgiving or lenient than what I’ve seen on social media from fans, sponsors, etc. In short, most people seemed really skeptical about extended use of meldonium for a variety of reasons and not particularly sympathetic. Sorry she’ll be out of the game for some period of time, but not like she deserved a pass for failing the drug test.
ETA #2: on the tennis kits. Rafa’s kit looks less turquoise in person than on TV, almost like a baby blue with a hint of grey. The outfit Bouchard had was weird – the colors were fine but it looked like a babydoll nightie…or a maternity shirt. Serena looked amazing. When did Berdych leave H&M for Adidas? (Whenever it was, it was not soon enough.) That fluorescent Adidas shirt the men are wearing was tolerable when paired with brown/khaki shorts but awful when worn with red shorts. The ladies’ version with darker colors that Halep is wearing is not terrible.
Some less tennis-oriented observations:
- The price of gas at stations along I-10 covered a span from $2.23 to $2.89, with the highest being more than $1 more than it is where I live and the lowest still being $0.50 more. Is that all state tax? Ouch, especially given how poor public transportation seems to be locally.
- I meant to stop at In n Out since some people I know have raved about their burgers. But the only ones I saw were off the highway, at hours when either they weren’t open or I wasn’t hungry. Next time.
- The bright green and clearly foreign species of grass cultivated for golf courses and high dollar neighborhoods looks really alien. And confusing, given the long term drought; how is watering lawns a priority? I passed a billboard that read “Dejalo ir. El marron es el nuevo negro.” [Let it go. Brown is the new black.] Accompanied by a graphic of grass fading from green to brown. Nice
- The longer I live downtown in a city where good and sketchy neighborhoods commingle, the more confusing I find negotiating suburbia to be when I visit. The number of gated communities was perplexing.
- Pecan pie from Exquisite Desserts for Pi Day. Yum!
- Oh, I forgot that See’s stores are a thing in the west. I did not need to remember. See’s is dangerous for me.