Grantland sent the great Brian Phillips to Wimbledon, and it's paid off. Here's a snippet: "From up on my gangplank, the players looked like holograms, or ghosts. And that's the point of Wimbledon, isn't it? To make you feel like you can ride the 493 through SW19 and wind up in 1896 (only with fold-out food court maps)?" [Grantland]