I Don't Think About Tennis 24/7. I

Having Two Older Brothers Is A Healthy Reminder That You're Always Closer To The Bottom Than You Are To The Top.

I Used To, Like, Hit For A Half Hour And Then Go Eat Cheetos The Rest Of The Day, Come Out And Drill Forehands. Now I'm Really Trying To Make It Happen, Being Professional, Really Going For It, And I Miss My Cheetos.

The Key To The Match Might Have Been His Serving. Maybe I Should Have Concentrated Harder On Watching Them Go By Me, I Don't Know.

I Don't Think Anyone In Their Right Mind Takes Me Serious.

No, If I Wore A Sleeveless Shirt, People Would Try To Feed Me After The Match. If You Got The Guns, Go For It. I Got Two Breadsticks Sticking Out Of My Sleeve. I'll Stick With Sleeves.