If you saw the way Nadal cried all the way through Federer's farewell, you were witness to something that has never been seen before.
— Musab (@Musab_Abid) September 23, 2022
Your biggest rival, bawling his eyes out at your retirement? The stuff of movies. Of folklore. It just isnt supposed to happen.
And yet it did.
“Thirdly, and this is the important one: dead men. Dead men under the sun of Jacobsdal or floating down the Thames at night. Dead and smashed in the seas off Beachy Head, or in lonely rooms with a gun falling from their hands, or in the next war because of the secrets that have been sold. The Armstrongs have left a trail of blood for their own enrichment, and I intend to bring them to justice. And I am quite sure that you will stand with me to do it, whatever else happens, because if you are a man to put personal concerns before duty, then I have lost my judgement.”
PH: John McEnroe was on your Davis Cup team. What was he like to coach?
TT: John McEnroe played his first Davis Cup ever when I was captain. And he played great. With all sincerity, he was the most coachable player I had on those teams. The only thing I couldn't get him to do was to behave on the court. And I talked to him the whole time about that. He came to all the team meetings, he came to all the team dinners, and when we worked out a strategy for a given match he would use it to a tee. And he was very gifted. Conversely, Connors was not coachable at all.
Max Liberles, AB '61, writes that he still plays tennis at least three times a week (doubles); hits the gym; walks in the Shell Point Retirement Community in Fort Myers, FL; ad works on that '63 Morgan. "I'm working on my cardiologist to let me make a singles comeback try soon, but this is an uphill climb."
Temper is not a match-winning attribute. Overcome it or you will be carrying a cancer about with you all your tennis days.
You may think you have a quick temper by nature and cannot really be blamed for your actions. If so, it is time you got things straight. Everyone has a temper, even the calmest-looking people. A so-called quick temper is in essence no more than an uncontrolled temper, and in tennis this is not an asset. . . .
People who lose their tempers on tennis courts generally seek to justify themselves in several ways. They explain that they are only wild with themselves, and that no offense is intended to anyone else. They usually say they could scarcely play if they didn't let off steam once in a while. Some add that they cannot get worked up into a winning mood if they have to smile pleasantly all the time.
Displays of temper do give offense to others. Spectators come to see tennis, not tantrums. . . .
You do not have to smile politely all over the place, and you shouldn't try to. It can make you feel like a fool and perhaps even look like one, and it tends to make your play timid and your concentration sloppy. If you are the type who likes to play a tight, taciturn game when really trying to win, by all means do so.
Husband comes home from movie, squints at my prize money spreadsheet. Me: "I'm being a nerd." Lui: "Just a little." #MixedMarriage
— Peg (@b_ribbons) July 7, 2014
Just to hit the ball is clearly a remarkable feat; to return it with consistency and accuracy is a mind-boggling achievement. Yet it is not uncommon. The truth is that everyone who inhabits a human body possesses a remarkable creation.
In the light of this, it seems inappropriate to call our bodies derogatory names. Self 2 [*] - that is, the physical body, including the brain, memory bank (conscious and unconscious), and the nervous system -- is a tremendously sophisticated and competent servant. Inherent within it is an inner intelligence which is staggering. What it doesn't already know, this inner intelligence learns with childlike ease. It uses billions of memory cells and neurological communication circuits. If modern man undertook to create an electronic memory of a capacity equal to the human one by using the most sophisticated computer parts yet devised, the finished product would be, according to a friend of mine who is a computer expert, larger than three Empire State Buildings. Furthermore, no coputer yet made is capable of doing the calculations and giving the necessary muscle orders involved in returning a fast serve in the time required.
The foregoing has only one purpose: to encourage the reader to respect his body. This amazing instrument is what we have the effrontery to call "a clumsy oaf."
-- W. Timothy Gallwey
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster. And treat those two impostors just the same pic.twitter.com/brJENv2WpR
— Fatima (@FatimaAsh) July 6, 2014
There was simply too much to express.
''You've only got so much space, and that's the point,'' she said. ''That's the art. In a very short space, you need pertinent details while knowing what to leave out.'' One song she's still revising is called ''Shine.''
''It starts, 'Shine on Vegas and Wall Street/Place your bets,' '' she said. ''You could write a thousand verses. 'Shine on the dazzling darkness that mends us when we sleep/Shine on what we throw away and what we keep.' I have written about 60 different verses and rhyming couplets to this thing, and I've kept 12. Are they the best ones? I don't know. I could write 60 a week. What are the 12 most important things to illuminate? It's overwhelming.''
The Tennis Court, whereby I would have you to recreate your mind, and exercise your body sometimes: for besides pleasure it preserveth your health, in so far as it moveth every part of the body. Nevertheless I approve not those who are ever in the Tennis Court like Nackets, and heat themselves so much that they rather breed than expel sickness: nor yet commend I those, who rail at the Tennis-keeper's score, and that have banded away the greater part of their wealth in playing great and many sets. It is both a hurt and a shame for a nobleman to be so eager in that play.- James Cleland, The Institution of a Young Noble Man, 1607
OZ, Ozgener says, is his gift to Nashville.
"As you come to a stage in your life, you think of your life in general, what you have done in your life, how much you have taken from society, things that have helped you in climbing the mountain," he explains. "And the place where you live is very, very important, the place where you have taken energy from.
"I didn't know anything about cigars, but I liked them, and that's how I got involved in cigars — as an engineer, I always tried to improve everything that I see. I was trying to improve the cigar that I smoked and I liked. Same thing with the pipe that I smoked. That's what I do as an engineer."
At BAM, it shouldn't have taken Hopkins long to realize she was dealing with a formidable personality. In person, Ozgener exudes worldly charm and infectious curiosity. But underlying them is fierce determination. Whatever the game, he says, he will figure out how to win — something Schermerhorn learned in their tennis matches. Despite the late maestro's towering over him ("Kenneth was an octopus," he recalls), Ozgener used his engineer's eye to angle the ball return after return into the middle, where his friendly rival's reach was useless.
"I have a deadly drop shot," he deadpans.
- http://www.nashvillescene.com/nashville/cano-ozgeners-oz-nashville-leads-a-season-of-brave-new-art/Content?oid=4026543
“@klausmyking: @mariasharapova if you could be anyone in the world for a whole day, who would you be??”
Sherlock Holmes
— Maria Sharapova (@MariaSharapova) February 11, 2013
Mo says Benoit complaining the back of the court smells like chocolate cake...
— Katrina (@returnwinner) 10 février 2013"For me it's a good smell" - Mo
— Katrina (@returnwinner) 10 février 2013@stanwawrinka ca sent bon la terre battue!!!!!bonne prepa STANLEY!!et j'espere que le gateau etait bon..bise
— paire benoit (@benoitpaire) February 11, 2013
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