[...] there is indeed about the Stadium crowd down here something indefinable that strongly suggests Connecticut license plates and very green lawns. In sum, the socioeconomic aura here for the day's headline match is one of management rather than labor.

two ethnically agnate and archetypally distinct foes

attach its name like a remora to the tournament's flank

They come by infernal and Stygian IRT subway

[...] there are just as many furtive-looking parties standing at the edges asking whether anyone passing by has an extra ticket for sale, or would like perhaps to sell their own, as there aer scalpers. The scalpers and weird people asking to be scalped seem not even to notice one another, all of them calling softly at once, and this makes the last pre-Gate stretch of the promenade kind of surreally sad, a study in missed connection.

Sampras, on the other hand, seem so float like dander all over the court.

unventilated cement corridor with a sticky and acclivated floor

the most vigorous crepuscular commerce is taking place out here