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My Feelings Are Yevgeny Kafelnikov Should Take His Prize Money When He Is Done Here And Go And Buy Some Perspective.

But, I Would Say When I Was Four Years Old And I Was At The Alan King Tennis Tournament And I Was Hitting With All The Pros That Would Come To Town. They Would Get Me On The Court Or Take Notice And That Stayed With Me.

I Feel Old When I See Mousse In My Opponent's Hair.

It's No Accident, I Think, That Tennis Uses The Language Of Life. Advantage, Service, Fault, Break, Love, The Basic Elements Of Tennis Are Those Of Everyday Existence, Because Every Match Is A Life In Miniature. Even The Structure Of Tennis, The Way The Pieces Fit Inside One Another Like Russian Nesting Dolls, Mimics The Structure Of Our Days. Points Become Games Become Sets Become Tournaments, And It's All So Tightly Connected That Any Point Can Become The Turning Point. It Reminds Me Of The Way Seconds Become Minutes Become Hours, And Any Hour Can Be Our Finest. Or Darkest. It's Our Choice.

It Has Meant A Lot To Me To Challenge The Best Players In The World And To Beat Them. And It Means A Lot To Me To Be Out Here And Fighting For The Title And, You Know, It Hurts Not To Win It.