So now it's the U.S. Open instead of Wimbledon, and I've gotten through the first three rounds without losing a set. It was a pretty good summer. I made two finals, but I lost them both. The first was to Chris at Newport, on the grass. That was the first time we'd played in 2� years, and she destroyed me 4 and 1—on my surface. I couldn't believe it: She hits harder now and moves better now than she did when she was younger. That's great news, isn't it?
But we did have a chance to chat, and we cleared up all the misunderstandings that had come up at Wimbledon. Then Chris went off to Toronto, where, sure enough, she had Carling as her doubles partner at the Canadian Open. But gee, they're also playing together here at our Open. I guess Miss America wasn't available for Chris. Just kidding, Chris. Just kidding!
Kohde-Kilsch whipped me in the finals at L.A., but she was playing her best ever—she beat Martina the next week—so I could accept that defeat easily. Besides, Mr. Kilsch and I saw each other again, and we're regular buddies now. Then in New Jersey, Sabatini upset me in the quarters at Mahwah, but Martina and I went down to Atlantic City and beat an old man with a big mouth and a young man with a big mouth in doubles.
It has been hectic—I never got more than one week off at a time—but I did get to see John for a few days in Dallas. Naturally, I'm in Martina's half of the draw here, but I'm seeded fourth this time, so if I can keep winning we won't meet until the semis. And we've started a new doubles streak—won our first round, 108 to tie our record.