The 2010 US Open—America’s Wimbledon, but with less rain—got under way last night. The opening festivities included fireworks, Gloria Estefan, Mike Bloomberg, two master-class thrashings by Venus “No Penis” Williams (wearing a black lace quasi-negligee in lieu of standard athletic wear), and perennial badass-turned-weeper Roger Federer. I was there for the second straight year, perched in the last row like a branched owl overlooking the event—equal parts sport and spectacle. Women in all styles of WASP-wear fanned themselves with programs, dads stroked their Venus-inspired daughters’ corn-rowed braids, boys bounced over-sized tennis balls, and I silently philosophized, wondering what David Foster Wallace would say. Wallace was arguably our greatest living novelist, but he was certainly our greatest living tennis critic. He wrote of the sport he loved with an inimitable mix of passion and cerebral analysis. He drooled over Roger Federer, once played through a tornado, and wrote an 1,100 page novel set at a fictional tennis academy. But now he’s gone. Someone needs to fill the giant void he left behind in the world of tennis writing. That man is Lil’ Wayne.

Vogue's infamous editrix can't seem to kick her Roger Federer habit. The bob has maintained close ties to the tennis star (who won the French Open yesterday) for years, much to the media's delight. Not only has Wintour supposedly had a hand in landing him men's fashion magazine covers, as well as front-row seats to Fashion Week; she rarely misses a major match. Such was the case Saturday when Wintour reportedly left wunderkind fashion designer (and Michelle Obama favorite) Jason Wu's first-ever Resort show four minutes before Wu's models made their way down the catwalk. A Vogue staffer told Fashion Week Daily that, "[Wintour] had a plane to catch. But she saw entire [sic] Jason’s collection earlier and really liked what she was looking at.” Less than 24 hours later, a beaming Wintour was spotted, sunglasses-clad and sitting with boyfriend Shelby Bryan at Federer's title-winning game.

As Wimbledon kicks off today, a style war is breaking out on the tennis courts pitting Roger Federer's traditional preppy style against Rafael Nadal's swarthy pirate look. "Roger is so distinguished-looking," one-time Wimbledon champion and BBC Wimbledon commentator Virginia Wade tells the Guardian. "So refined. His hair is always perfect, his clothes are always elegant." Nadal's look "is a little bit more of a rebel", says Wade.