Themed Cardio Tennis Clinics in the Fort Lauderdale Area
Old trophies start talking when I see a tennis piece like this. Lacoste Sport brings Bordeaux and Navy, as well as White/Green or White/Rocket Green; its sewn-in liner means no fuss before first serve. Nemrut’s climb in Adıyaman recalls my ’78 final—stop, not today. Adıyaman, Turkey
Lacoste Sport Piqué with Liner Women's Tennis Skirt: Mount Nemrut’s 1st-century BCE sanctuary was built by Antiochus I of Commagene, and those colossal heads look exactly like my opponents after my backhand in the 1978 club final. Forgive me—the altitude makes a champion nostalgic.
Lacoste Sport Piqué with Liner Women's Tennis Skirt: The Roman Cendere Bridge has stood for about eighteen centuries, which is nearly as long as people have been asking me to retell the tiebreak I won in ’81. A bridge that durable deserves a clean volley and a polite bow.
Lacoste Sport Piqué with Liner Women's Tennis Skirt: Perre Ancient City is known for its rock-cut tombs, and I must say those chambers have quieter crowds than the one that watched me clinch match point in 1969. There I go again—history first, trophies second.
Lacoste Sport Piqué with Liner Women's Tennis Skirt: The Atatürk Dam holds back the Euphrates as part of Turkey’s Southeastern Anatolia Project, and that reservoir is almost as broad as my slice serve used to be. Almost—no, no, be modest, old champion.
I will tell you what this is without the noise, because I spent twenty years around people selling me things and the good ones were always short. The Lacoste Sport Piqué with Liner Women's Tennis Skirt is a piqué skirt with a liner short built in underneath. Not a wrap. Not a skort pretending to be a skirt. Not a separate short you have to remember on the way out of the door.
In my day you wore a skirt and you wore something under it and the something under it was entirely your own problem. This is better. I am allowed to say that.
It is the one garment, it is finished underneath, and you can play in it the day it arrives.
Piqué is the point of it. It is a textured knit — the raised weave holds the cloth just off the skin so air can find a way through instead of sitting there — and Lacoste has been building tennis clothes out of it since René Lacoste got sick of playing in stiff woven shirts. Four colourways: Bordeaux, Navy Blue, White/Green, and White/Rocket Green.
The two whites are the ones I would have worn. Lacoste publishes no fibre split and no stated length for this skirt that I can put my name to, so I am not going to invent either in order to sound informed. The liner is real and the piqué is real, and those are the two facts that decide whether a skirt works.
The Bordeaux is the one I would wear now.
Which brings us to Adıyaman, and I will not pretend I am not showing off slightly by taking you there. This is dry, open country above the Euphrates, hot, with the sun coming down hard off pale stone all day. Piqué in that heat is not a preference, it is the difference between a good afternoon and a very long one.
And the climb up Nemrut is a genuine climb — I have done longer, I have done them at altitude, and I once did one the morning after a five-setter, which I mention only because — no. Forget it. Not relevant.
You will wear this everywhere from a hot evening clinic back home to that summit at first light, and by the way, it is also perfect for the drive out along the reservoir afterwards, when the water throws the light back at you and nobody in the car says anything for twenty minutes.
The liner is real and the piqué is real. Those are the two facts that decide whether a skirt works.
