’ve been going to the US Open since 1999. The first time I went, I was alone, a novice feeling her way around a major tournament. I was picked up in turn by an elderly Jewish couple with season tickets, a father and son from Columbia, and a Junior player who had lost in his opening round and needed someone to latch on to until his parents could pick him up. Ever since then, it’s been never a dull moment at the Open.
In all the years that I have been attending the Open, I have never purchased tickets in advance. Sure I obsess about doing so, but the draw often changes so dramatically that it almost does not make sense to buy tickets in advance. And until this year, that was never a problem.
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