No Athletes Talk To Themselves Like Tennis

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.

I'm Going To Have To Pick My Shots And Play Great Tennis.

No Athletes Talk To Themselves Like Tennis Players. Pitchers, Golfers, Goalkeepers, They Mutter To Themselves, But Tennis Players Talk To Themselves-and Answer. Tennis Players Look Like Lunatics In A Public Square.

Hate Brings Me To My Knees, Love Gets Me On My Feet.

It's Always Been Eclectic; You Never Know What You're Going To Get.