Wimbledon concluded this week. It’s a fortnight that has always left me feeling nostalgic, steeped in the kind of traditions that I’ve long appreciated. On the heels of the red clay of Paris’ Roland Garros, the two weeks on England’s manicured grass court

Wimbledon concluded this week. It’s a fortnight that has always left me feeling nostalgic, steeped in the kind of traditions that I’ve long appreciated. On the heels of the red clay of Paris’ Roland Garros, the two weeks on England’s manicured grass court

By Shane Gilreath Wimbledon concluded this week. It’s a fortnight that has always left me feeling nostalgic, steeped in the kind of traditions that I’ve long appreciated. On the heels of the red clay of Paris’ Roland Garros, the two weeks on England’s manicured grass courts were bigger than a holiday when I was growing up.  HBO was Wimbledon’s American home for a bit, with uninterrupted coverage, every day, allowing my family – enthralled by th…