"That would be quitting!" Courier said.
"If you want to win," said Stine, "you've got to act like it."
Courier started acting. "Sure, he made it to the Open finals," says Stine, "but he was mentally fried. He played the entire tournament on fumes."
The night he defeated Rostagno in San Francisco, Courier may finally have run out of gas. "Everything in my head has completely stopped," he said after the match. "I feel really relaxed for the first time this week."
He hardly had time to savor the moment. In the final the next afternoon, Chang beat him 6-3, 6-3. Then Courier flew to a tournament in Brussels, where Edberg awaited to attempt to reclaim the No. 1 ranking. Courier, though, held him off by making the final (which he lost to Boris Becker in five hotly contested sets), while Edberg lost in the semis.
Before leaving San Francisco, Courier called his parents in Dade City. "Mom," he said. "I think I'll splurge and take the Concorde to Europe."
"That sounds O.K., Jimbo," said Linda. "Every now and then you need to pat yourself on the back."