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
Tennis. did you recall the early 70s a lot of people felt that he was getting distrablgted. his tennis was suffering. no one needed to tell arthur that this was his last chance. we came up with a radical change of strategy from the on grass. but then the next question is could you do it? a black man had never won wimbledon. this was his moment. arthur ashe looks to be the coolest man on the court. this is certainly arthur ashe at his best. some people say that my notion or feelings of self sufficiency go too far. i think i can almost withstand just about anything. as an african american athlete, i have experienced racism as a tennis player going way back.