I'm An American. You Can't Go On

Tennis Has Given Me Soul.

The Tennis Ball Doesn't Know How Old I Am. The Ball Doesn't Know If I'm A Man Or A Woman Or If I Come From A Communist Country Or Not. Sport Has Always Broken Down These Barriers.

Being Blunt With Your Feelings Is Very American. In This Big Country, I Can Be As Brash As New York, As Hedonistic As Los Angeles, As Sensuous As San Francisco, As Brainy As Boston, As Proper As Philadelphia, As Brawny As Chicago, As Warm As Palm Springs, As Friendly As My Adopted Home Town Of Dallas, Fort Worth, And As Peaceful As The Inland Waterway That Rubs Up Against My Former Home In Virginia Beach.

I Have Always Had This Outrage At Being Told What To, How To Act, Whom To Love.

I Think Retirement Beats The Heck Out Of Life After Death, That's For Sure.