If Wimbledon is dinner on a white tablecloth, the US Open is a well-planned barbeque. Tennis die-hards slathered in sunscreen line up promptly at 10 a.m. to watch Federer and sweat under the midday sun. After 6 p.m., the sun sets, the air cools and men in dress pants and women in stilettos slowly take over the grounds. No matter which crowd is your scene, expect plenty of booze with a side of rowdy. A Labor Day play-by-play For this [...]