From the obscure references I’ve made here and here, people have guessed that I was either a flight attendant or a hired assassin in my previous life. It was not my intention to be cryptic, I just didn’t want to distract from what the posts were really about.
Before I retired at the end of 2000, I was a professional tennis chair umpire.
In case you are not overly familiar with tennis, this is what I did:
This is, of course, not me in the chair.
Back when Mr. McEnroe was playing, there was actually a great deal to complain about. Fortunately by the time I started, tennis officiating involved a lot of training and the quality of international umpiring was very high.
Here is an interview with my friend Fergus Murphy, who is still on the tour. He does a great job explaining things – just replace Ireland with Canada and it’s pretty much my story.
My schedule varied a bit from year to year but this was the usual:
(ATP = men’s, WTA = women’s)
January
Home for the 1st week
Sydney, Australia – ATP and WTA
Melbourne – Australian Open (2 weeks)
February
Melbourne – Australian Open Wheelchair
Week off – stay in Australia
Memphis, Tennessee – ATP
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma – WTA
March
Indian Wells, California – ATP and WTA (2 weeks)
Miami, Florida – ATP and WTA (2 weeks)
Hilton Head, South Carolina – WTA
April
Federation cup/Davis cup (locations varied)
Two weeks off – home
May
Strasbourg, France – WTA
Paris – French Open (2 weeks)
Week off – stay in Europe
June
Week off – stay in Europe
London – Wimbledon qualifying
London – Wimbledon (2 weeks)
July
Newport, Rhode Island – ATP
Two weeks off – home
Stanford, California – WTA
August
San Diego, California – WTA
Montreal/Toronto, Canada – WTA
New York – US Open qualifying
New York – US Open
September
New York – US Open
Federation cup/Davis cup (locations varied)
Home
October
Off
November
Quebec City, Canada – WTA
Hartford, Connecticut – ATP
Home
December
Off
After many years of doing this, I was tired. Going into 2000, I knew it would be my last year. My husband and I were seriously dating at that point and he was planning a move back to Halifax from Toronto. I knew I wanted to be there with him.
Only one person who was travelling the tour with me knew of my plans. She was a very close friend and was also quietly planning to hang it up. We didn’t tell people for two main reasons; we didn’t want any hoopla and we didn’t want any backlash. There were only a handful of female chair umpires at our level and the two of us leaving at the same time was going to cause some waves.
My final year was a dream. I chaired at all four of the Grand Slams – Australian Open, Rolland Garros, Wimbledon and US Open – and was also one of a handful selected for the Sydney Olympics and Paralympics. I went out on a high!
My final event was in early November, a small tier 3 woman’s tournament in Quebec City which I had worked since I was first starting out. I had made good friends there and I loved staying at the historic and beautiful Chateau Frontenac. It’s always breathtaking in Old Quebec at that time of year.
The tournament referee was a dear friend and just before the finals, as he walked me to the court, I told him it would be my last match. That night over dinner, I broke the news to my two friends who were the other chair umpires for the tournament (they are now married with two beautiful little girls). We had a celebratory drink and I went back to the hotel to pack for my last trip home.
I don’t miss the life, but I really miss the great people with whom I lived it.
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That’s a lot of travelling and socializing and sounds so exciting.
Yes, it was all that… also very tiring!
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Wow, what an interesting and awesome job to have had! I once gave out free sunblock samples for $50 at a St. Louis Aces event and didn’t hate it completely! Also, my uncle once drove Anna Kournakove(sp?) from the airport to a match for the same team. That’s all the tennis I know, sorry. Still fascinating!
The grass is always greener… It was like a traveling circus – much more fun for the spectators.
There was this one year I was working the Canadian Open and my boyfriend (now husband) was in Newfoundland for work. He flipped on the TV in his hotel room and an Anna Kournikova match that I was chairing happened to be on and Anna was arguing a point with me.
He loves to tell this story because he says he turned off the volume and pretended we were fighting over him!
Lol!! Classic!!
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I am 100% impressed with! What an amazing career you have lived and still living. WOW (I am loving these blogs and getting to know the real you) Do you play tennis today?
Thanks for reading! I can play tennis, but I don’t. I never seem to have the time. I will eventually, I picture myself as one off those old ladies who plays every afternoon with “the girls”.
(You already know the real me. Just another side.) 🙂
My neighbour, the International Woman of Mystery…
Yes you were, and you were totally awesome at it… I still think of Granby and smile…
Ah Grandy… I was so green. That tournament was the best thing thing for me. That’s where I met the two people I learned everything from. Including how to drink Southern Comfort! Stop making me miss you… 😉
Oh those were the days – I remember doing our bronze together. You got in at the right time – i feel in love and left as well. I totally agree it is the friends I miss and a bit of the adventure too!
Falling in love is the reason I left too! But we were the pioneers in terms of women here in Canada. They were great days, you’re right. 🙂
Who knew! I would have never guessed tennis umpire in a million years
Really? I know lots of people who do it…