Big Dreams Are So Damn Tiring.

It's No Accident, I Think, That Tennis Uses The Language Of Life. Advantage, Service, Fault, Break, Love, The Basic Elements Of Tennis Are Those Of Everyday Existence, Because Every Match Is A Life In Miniature. Even The Structure Of Tennis, The Way The Pieces Fit Inside One Another Like Russian Nesting Dolls, Mimics The Structure Of Our Days. Points Become Games Become Sets Become Tournaments, And It's All So Tightly Connected That Any Point Can Become The Turning Point. It Reminds Me Of The Way Seconds Become Minutes Become Hours, And Any Hour Can Be Our Finest. Or Darkest. It's Our Choice.

It Means A Lot To You, To Be Out There. The Highs Are Pretty High, And The Lows Are Pretty Low. You Know, It's Easy To Feel Like You Let The Team Down. I Mean, At The End Of The Day We Still Got To Figure Out A Way To Get Through The Tie.

When I Was 7 Years Old I Saw Jimmy Connors Make Someone Carry His Bag, As Though He Were Julius Caesar. I Vowed Then And There That I Would Always Carry My Own.

You Know My Dad Pushed Me To Believe That I Was Going To Be The Best. I Just Never Thought Of Life Without Tennis, Even Looking Forward.

He Thinks It's His Day, And When You Think It's Your Day, It Usually Is.