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The Great Part About Tennis Is You Can't Run Out The Clock.... As Long As We Were Still Playing, I Had A Chance.

Freed From The Thoughts Of Winning, I Instantly Play Better. I Stop Thinking, Start Feeling. My Shots Become A Half-second Quicker, My Decisions Become The Product Of Instinct Rather Than Logic.

Life Will Throw Everything But The Kitchen Sink In Your Path, And Then It Will Throw The Kitchen Sink. It's Your Job To Avoid The Obstacles. If You Let Them Stop You Or Distract You, You're Not Doing Your Job, And Failing To Do Your Job Will Cause Regrets That Paralyze You More Than A Bad Back.

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.

Big Dreams Are So Damn Tiring.