Grantland has the best Wimbledon coverage. (And part two.)
The hallways were fluorescent and grim, but everyone in them knew exactly where they were going and what they were doing. Everyone was both talking and texting at the same time. It was like walking in on the fourth season of an Aaron Sorkin show — I mean one of the good ones — only if “smart friendship” were replaced by “the swift threat of psychological violence.”
