In his recent book, The Davis Cup, Author Edward Potter makes Dwight Davis sound like some sort of Olympian grease monkey. Potter means well:
his intent is to praise Davis for having given the game of tennis its proudest trophy in 1900. "It was as if some sage mechanic, looking over a creaking and unbalanced machine, discovered what was missing to make it run and added the one tiny cog which caused the contraption to function in a way undreamed of by its maker."
Today, Davis would be mortified at the creaking and unbalanced...
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