When You're Hot, Anything Can

I Hate To Lose More Than I Like To Win. I Hate To See The Happiness On Their Faces When They Beat Me!

I Can't Say That I Was My Happiest On Court, But I Felt Completely Free. Free From Family Obligations, Free From My Own Torment. In A Real Sense I Was A Different Person. It Was A Place Where I Could Not Tolerate The Idea Of Being Beaten. I Psyched Myself Up Into A State Where I Felt Something Close To Hatred Towards My Opponent, A State Where I Detested The Idea Of Someone Making His Name At The Expense Of Jimmy Connors. I Was In My Element On Court, Measuring Myself Against Someone Else. I Was Not Competitive For Show. It Came From Deep Within.

Equality? They Ought To Play The Women's Final On Opening Day. Everybody Knows Who's Going To Be In It.

I'm Getting Tired Of Saying Hello To Stan Smith And Not Getting Any Reply. I'm Cocky And Confident And Maybe I'm Too Bullheaded Sometimes, But I Think I Have Some Fan And Player Support. I Know What The Others Say, But I'm Not That Obnoxious. I Am Not A Punk. I'm 5' 10", 155 Pounds. I've Got Broad Shoulders And I Can Pack A Punch. Most Of These Guys Are Windbags Anyway. If They Ever Try Anything With Me, I'll Be To The Net Fast.

I'm Not Begging To Be Remembered Or Whatever. I Did My Thing, And If You Remember, That's Even Better. But If You Don't, There's So Many Other Things Going On.