It's a drag having to wear socks during matches, because the tan, like, stops at the ankles. I can never get my skin, like, color coordinated.
I never knew I was grunting, it was just part of my strokes.
Life is not worth living if I cannot have pasta or bread again.
I think for me, food was a way for me to deal with emotional trouble.
That's the key to success, isn't it? It has to be fun.
I have this terrible dark side to my personality, which playing tennis keeps at bay