In the other half of the draw there were no such problems, King marching through the field with a minimum of trouble and a maximum of flair, doing stretching exercises, berating herself, as always, on bad shots and giving linesmen a working over. "You're out to lunch," she screamed at one, her voice booming throughout the arena. "I can't believe you," she yelled at another. And yet she played marvelously, beating Turnbull, Reid and Stove while losing only one set. That left only one more opponent between her and the $75,000 first prize.
Well, maybe next year. Tell Chris she's looking tired, Billie Jean. Oughta take a little vacation. She'll go for it. After all, nobody argues with a legend.