I Can Live With Losing, I Can't

Hitting The Ball Has Never Been My Issue, So I Can Literally Not Pick Up A Racquet For Two Months And Hit The Ball, Really, Really Nicely. I Mean Movement's Always An Issue.

Few Of Us Are Granted The Grace To Know Ourselves, And Until We Do, Maybe The Best We Can Do Is Be Consistent.

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.

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.

My Accomplishments Do Not Live Up To My Tennis Game. Most People Have To Work Really Hard And Win Some Big Matches, And Then They Get Money And Popularity. For Me It Has Been The Reverse Of Everybody Else. The Exact Opposite.