There’s something about clay that tells the truth. It slows everything down just enough where you can’t hide. You can’t rush points. You can’t fake patience. You can’t blast your way through points in every match and expect it to hold up over the course of a tournament. Clay makes you build. Clay makes you suffer. Clay makes you stay out there longer than you want to.  It makes you uncomfortable. And right now, American tennis on clay is telling two very different stories. A