I love tennis. It seems so simple, yet, it’s very challenging. Andre Agassi, a tennis great, hated it. To him, tennis was the enemy. His father forced him to play. The media created his bad-boy image. His body paid the toll of years of training. It was only after Andre left the game, I like to think, that he fell in love with it. His book, Open, begins at the end and then rewinds to the start, where Andre begins his battle with “The Dragon,” a souped-up-by-dad ball machine. For a tennis fan, there is no reason to not read this book: A-Andre’s divorce from Brooke Shields, his courtship with Steffi Graf, his school for the underprivileged, and his blatant honesty is refreshing. It humanizes a modern star athlete. It makes me want to play more tennis, but more importantly, it helps me understand and appreciate those that truly love me.
Thanks, Dad.
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