Ten
days ago, I watched "Venus Wimbledon," as her family calls her, defeat her
younger sister Serena for her fifth Wimbledon
championship. One's pleasure in this, the best of the sisters' matches I've seen,
was marred only by the self-gratulatory garrulity of Mary Carillo whom, year
after year, NBC couples with the adolescent stooge, Ted Robinson, and the
informed, surprisingly...