For The Last Five Or Six Years

I Don't Go Out There To Love My Enemy. I Go Out There To Squash Him.

The Trouble With Experience Is That By The Time You Have It You Are Too Old To Take Advantage Of It.

I Can't Say That I Was My Happiest On Court, But I Felt Completely Free. Free From Family Obligations, Free From My Own Torment. In A Real Sense I Was A Different Person. It Was A Place Where I Could Not Tolerate The Idea Of Being Beaten. I Psyched Myself Up Into A State Where I Felt Something Close To Hatred Towards My Opponent, A State Where I Detested The Idea Of Someone Making His Name At The Expense Of Jimmy Connors. I Was In My Element On Court, Measuring Myself Against Someone Else. I Was Not Competitive For Show. It Came From Deep Within.

From Where We Lived, To Practise In St Louis Was An Hour-and-a-half Drive Each Way, So That Took A Lot Of The Time. So Really, Our Lives Just Took Different Paths.

Tennis Was Always There For Me, Which Was Lucky. I Would Go Play Baseball, Basketball, Football, Hang With My Brother, Do Whatever, And At The End Of The Day I'd Come Back And Say, 'hey, Mom, Would You Hit 15 Minutes Worth Of Balls With Me?'