that s it. new ball. shots are 2-2. got by him. comes back with it! you try to put your entire being mentally and physically on automatic pilot while you re playing tennis. everything is concentrated on the razor s edge and you forget the score. you forget where you are. you forget what your name is. i feel like my body s floating within myself. the game of tennis is a symphony in white. players in white suits hitting a white ball back and fort. in all white country clubs but a new, young player has come along and he is one of the greatest we have ever produced and he is not white. i sense confusion in what an athlete should be, especially an african american context. does still persist in the world about black athletes because we tend to do disproportionately well in athletes. i like to fight the myth. there are lots of us who can think as well as run, jump, hit tennis balls, dunk basketballs. and the challenge now is to convince young black athletes that the
They were at camp and they got live fire. they were getting shot at. we walked into the hospital and it was really, really horrific scene. wounded soldiers. missing arms and legs. and ar chur just was so taken back that he literally ran outside of the hospital. he said, i was scared to the point of defecation. that sort of brought it home. and it caused me to realize that i had done the right thing at the right time for the right reason.