The Trouble With Experience Is

New Yorkers Love It When You Spill Your Guts Out There. Spill Your Guts At Wimbledon And They Make You Stop And Clean It Up.

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.

Tennis Was Never Work For Me, Tennis Was Fun. And The Tougher The Battle And The Longer The Match, The More Fun I Had.

It Was Okay For Wayne Gretzky's Dad, For Instance, To Give Him A Hockey Stick, Or Joe Montana's Dad To Give Him A Football, Or Larry Bird's Dad To Give Him A Basketball, But It Wasn't Okay For Gloria Connors To Give Her Son A Tennis Racquet.

The Trouble With Experience Is That By The Time You Have It You Are Too Old To Take Advantage Of It.