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October 24, 2017

The “whiz” — or is it the “whoosh,” or maybe “sh-sh-sh-sh-sh”? — of an ace being served is described (competitively, of course) by rival tennis players in the opening moments of Anna Ziegler’s “The Last Match.” The speakers concede, though, that an onomatopoeia doesn’t do the job of explaining what it’s like to have a meteoric ball hurtling past your ears, shattering your hopes if not the sound barrier.

And besides, there’s another, graver noise that fills the heads of Tim (Wilson Bethel) and Sergei (Alex Mickiewicz) as they face off in the semifinals at the U.S. Open. That’s the roar of what Tim describes, in an agonized rush, as “the pressure and the failure and the death and the ambition and the coming up short.”

In other words, don’t you dare say it’s only a game. It’s not just a shiny cup that’s at stake in the ominously titled “The Last Match,” which opened Tuesday night at the Laura Pels Theater. It’s life itself.

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