Learn the piano. Try another language. Take up origami. It's hard for you to believe now, but someday people are going to get sick of hearing about the crosscourt forehand that beat Sampras.
Once a year take your free tickets, walk through the stands in your uniform, go outside the ballpark and give them to die kids hanging on the fence.
Remember, these are all just games. Hale Irwin missed a two-inch putt that cost him the British Open. What are you going to do? Go soak in your Olympic-sized hot tub and laugh about it.
This is the career you picked. If you can't handle public scrutiny or deal with strangers graciously, become a taxidermist.
Read everything written about you, good or bad. Then forget about it. No matter what you do, half the people will worship you and half will detest you. You can't fight it.
Help your opponent up. He'll probably be your teammate next year.
No offense, but when you're setting off the airport metal detector from the back of the line, you might have on too much jewelry.
For the next 10 years or so, you'll travel the world first class, laugh yourself sore on the team bus and get paid half of Zurich, so let's not hear a lot of whining, O.K.? So what if your Oakley deal fell through. We'll start a telethon.
One last thing. Remember when you were a kid? All you dreamed of was playing centerfield for the New York Yankees. Soon, you'll be there. Don't forget to tingle.