There Is Only One Number One. It

No, Like I Said, My Dad Was Never Really Part Of The Tennis. His Involvement Around What I Did With The Tennis And With My Mom And My Grandparents Was Really Not A Part Of My Life.

New Yorkers Love It When You Spill Your Guts Out There. Spill Your Guts At Wimbledon And They Make You Stop And Clean It Up.

People Don't Seem To Understand That It's A Damn War Out There.

Bjorn Was A Different Breed, I Threw My Best Material At Him, But He Would Never Smile, But That Added To The Charm When He Played Me And Mac. We Were Going Nuts And Losing Our Mind And He Was Sitting Back Like He Was On A Sunday Stroll.

Tennis Would Be Much More Exciting If They Had Pitching Machines Firing Tennis Was Given To Me To Keep Me Off The Street Corners Of East St. Louis.