I Always Insist On My Jeans Being

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.

Playing In Front Of 25,000 People And Millions More On Television, And Performing And Doing What I Worked So Hard To Try To Accomplish Was, In My Opinion, The Ultimate. Do I Miss It? Of Course I Do.

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?'

You Have To Remember That I Played Longer Than Anybody Else On The Main Tour; I Played Until I Was 40, And Then Played Another Six Years Or So On The Seniors Tour.

But Why Should I Read What Somebody Else Thinks Of My Life When I Know The Real Story?