With the gift-giving season in full swing, we figured we would do our part to spread good cheer by putting together suggestions for presents for the tennis-loving people in your life. Because, let’s face it, Centre Court tickets to Wimbledon are sooooo lame.
For the man who has everything, also possibly your grandpa: Roger Federer’s 2010 Wimbledon cashmere cardigan. Yours for a measly $1,500 on eBay.
For the hostess who prefers Olympic rings over rings on her table: A nifty set of coasters for her next “Breakfast at Wimbledon” party. (Etsy)
For the spoiled pooch: A DIY personalized tennis ball.
For your aunt, the sweet-toothed lover of overpriced candy: Sugarpova, duh. It’s basically the official candy of tennis, whether you like it or not.
For your college-bound niece or nephew: These creative prints of Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal, Andy Murray and Andy Roddick are fun. It sure does beat that Albert Einstein cliche they have their eyes on. (Via Redbubble)
For the ultimate Serena Williams fan: A rare Serena bobblehead, from the 2004 Chase Open.
For the young John McEnroe fan who also loves the Batman movies and creative T-shirts: This “You Cannot Be Serious” shirt from Etsy.
For the insomniac (gender neutral): A Rafael Nadal pillow. (Photo from Etsy)
For the carbo-loading fiend: Tennis pasta.
For your soft-spoken little brother who prefers to let his shirts do the talking: A “Hypothetically Yes, Technically No” hoodie. (Full disclosure: I co-host the No Challenges Remaining podcast, which designs and sells those sweatshirts.)
For the hip teenager in your life who is convinced you are old and stodgy and out of touch: Pure Heroine by Lorde, which includes the song Tennis Court. It’s a solid tune.
For the nostalgist: A tennis-playing Smurfette figurine.
For the true tennis addict in your family: A TennisTV subscription. Just say “no” to downloading malware just so you can watch an illegal stream for the Katowice Open.
For your friend Stanley who happens to love Rafael Nadal: An autographed postcard by Rafael Nadal made out to a guy named Stanley. Booyah.
For your cousin the sneaker head: Roger Federer’s banned Wimbledon kicks.
For your archaeologist brother-in-law who always, somehow, seems covered in a light film of dust: Here’s a wooden racket, Indiana Jones.
For your mom, the nonpartisan ATP fan who simply wants to enjoy this golden era of men’s tennis without picking sides and pitting fans groups against each other and “aren’t they just the sweetest boys?”: This shirt.