Jack Kramer, one of Southern California's innumerable gifts to tennis, sipped his tea and said: "Say, this stuff isn't bad." He was impressed, too, by the de luxe valet service in the locker room and the assemblage of 129 stars from 22 nations. It was Wimbledon's first All-England championship jamboree since 1939, and the only cloud in Kramer's sky was a blister the size of a quarter on his playing hand.
No one quite understood how Kramer got the blister so late in the season. By using a special glove, the rangy No. 1 hope...
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