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How Lovely It Is To Dream While You Are Awake.

I Envy Pete Sampras's Dullness. I Wish I Could Emulate His Spectacular Lack Of Inspiration.

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.

The Scoreboard Said I Lost Today, But What The Scoreboard Doesn't Say Is What It Is I Have Found. Over The Last 21 Years, I Have Found Loyalty. You Have Pulled For Me On The Court And Also In Life. I Found Inspiration. You Have Willed Me To Succeed, Sometimes Even In My Lowest Moments, And I've Found Generosity. You Have Given Me Your Shoulders To Stand On To Reach For My Dreams, Dreams I Could Never Have Reached Without You.

Yes, For A Long Time But I Admired Her And Respected Everything That I Could Sort Of See In Her From A Distance, The Pillars Of Her Life, The Loyalties, The Relationships. It All Got My Interest And Also The Looks.