I used to go to the US Open on my birthdays and sit in the nosebleeds.
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.
My serve has killed a small dog ... I'm joking, I'm joking! The dog was huge!
The only pressure I feel is what I put on myself.
I want everyone to look back and think that I was awesome.
Umpiring, the only job in the world where you can screw up on a daily basis and still have one!