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Tennis is the best game in the world.  Others will disagree particularly the rugby crowd. But nothing beats the tension the athleticism and the intellectual connection that it takes to play this game.  My mother taught me to play tennis on our front lawn.  It wasn’t the full size of a tennis court and there was the likehood of hitting a window in the house but I learnt to run hard and to try for every shot.  She also taught me the manners of the game.  No shouting or throwing the racquet.  I was never a very good tennis player but it was a game I have always loved to watch.  This year the Heineken Open has been fraught with the vagaries of Auckland’s weather but on Monday the sun shone and the clouds stayed away and we saw some good tennis some mediocre stuff and plenty of drama.  It is a bit like theatre we await the players they step into the spotlight and deliver their lines – mostly it is mime but sometimes there are definite grunts.  Not so many squeals from the men.  Six hours of watching the best game in the world. Bliss.