I have watched up close too many tennis matches to even tabulate.

More than in person concerts during my touring days with Chrysalis artists Jethro Tull, Huey Lewis and the News, Blondie, Billy Idol and Pat Benatar, all combined.

I worked at the US Open for years and tennis was most definitely my racket.

Wimbledon is not capturing my attention this year.

Without Rafa Nadal, Roger Federer, Serena Williams, the tournament lacks excitement. I am at a loss as to who to fully support and make a priority to watch.

I do enjoy Carlos Alcaraz, but cannot tolerate Novak Djokovic.

I follow a few American male players…Frances Tiafoe, Taylor Fritz, Tommy Paul, but they are so inconsistent which leads to personal frustration and, believe me, I get enough of that with the NY Yankees and NY Giants.

I am not knocking the women. There are some fantastic players such as Jessica Pegula, Coco Gauff, Iga Swiatek, but a large percentage of the matches are slow and boring.

I will just savor my actual time spent at Wimbledon and relish my memories of fresh strawberries and cream and Pimms Cup, as well as the gift of total lack of advertising at Centre Court.

By the way, almost 191,000 portions of strawberries and cream are served during the championships, eclipsed by more than 276,000 glasses of Pimm’s Cup which is a fabulous adult beverage and one my dad used to always have on hand.

Life goes on without a tennis obsession and, fortunately, serves up other distractions.