Most of us can’t get into the tournament (see “Netting Wimbledon Tickets,”), and there’s an 11-year waiting list to become a member to the All England Lawn Tennis & Croquet Club, the official name of Wimbledon. But for us, there’s still something worth seeing the rest of the year. The museum is like a Hall of Fame, with an emphasis of course on Wimbledon, with artifacts going back to 1555. The climax, most times of year, is the hallowed room shimmering with the silver men’s “Challenge-Cup” and women’s “Challenge-Plate,” which are the actual Championships trophies inscribed with every winner’s name. (The British have never been prouder than they are now that Scotsman Andy Murray brought home the trophy after 77 years.) There is no other museum in the world where a ghostly video apparition of John McEnroe appears in a locker room to vent about opponents. (He comes in peace. No need to duck.) Tennis fans should absolutely spring for the tour of the grounds, too, which is truly all-access, including entry into the Competitors’ Complex reserved for players, a photo op in the press conference room where they meet the media, and the all-important Centre Court, where Finals are always played, and always on grass. The guides are fantastic and challenge you to stump them.