I like grass, I enjoy it and it suits my game.

My aggression out there is my weapon. I think it's more letting them know that I'm not going to let them get away with something, and I'm not just going to kind of poke it back and be content to stay in rallies.

I don't think about tennis 24/7. I enjoy time on the lake at my Florida home and just being lazy on the sofa.

Call me All-American, but I love Ham and Cheese sandwiches. And not just any old ham and cheese sandwich... My mother's is the best. I've tried many times to make these sandwiches on my own, but it's never the same.

The key to the match might have been his serving. Maybe I should have concentrated harder on watching them go by me, I don't know.

The only pressure I feel is what I put on myself.

I used to, like, hit for a half hour and then go eat Cheetos the rest of the day, come out and drill forehands. Now I'm really trying to make it happen, being professional, really going for it, and I miss my Cheetos.