Do Not Feel Sorry For Me If

I Don't Care Who You Are, You're Going To Choke In Certain Matches. You Get To A Point Where Your Legs Don't Move And You Can't Take A Deep Breath. You Start To Hit The Ball About A Yard Wide, Instead Of Inches.

If You're Paid Before You Walk On The Court, What's The Point In Playing As If Your Life Depended On It?

You've Got To Make A Lot Of Sacrifices And Spend A Lot Of Time If You Really Want To Achieve With This Sport, Or In Any Sport, Or In Anything Truly Worthwhile.

It's An Abnormal World I Live In. I Don't Belong Anywhere. It's Like I'm Floating Down The Middle. I'm Never Quite Sure Where I Am.

Do Not Feel Sorry For Me If I Am Gone.