Don stayed with his mother in Adelaide, so I ordered room service. I hate eating alone in a restaurant. There's nothing sadder than seeing a woman eating alone on the road.
Liz Smylie and Kathy Jordan have made a pretty good team since they got together last year. But Kathy was late entering here, so I'm playing with Liz and we won our first match. I need a win, any win—especially because my arm is bothering me again. I'm really sad, because I've done everything for my arm and it still hurts. I just don't know how much longer I can live through this without going berserk. Finally, after our warmup tonight, I just went over and sat down next to Don and cried.
Yea, me!! I won both the singles and the doubles. Now I know how Martina feels. I never felt so confident. Why, if I serve at Wimbledon like I did today, there isn't a player in the game who won't have a struggle to beat me. Why would I ever even consider leaving tennis? My arm even feels rejuvenated!
Next to the good ole U.S. of A., I love Australia the best, but the tour life-style is difficult for women everywhere. There are lots of lonely times. That's when some of the homosexual relationships start. What happens is a girl who's been out on tour for a few years gets depressed. She's probably had a steady boyfriend, but the distance or something broke that up, and she's vulnerable.
In men's athletics it seems drugs or alcohol can become a problem when a player is down. On our tour, though, it can be another woman—maybe an older one who's already had some homosexual relationships. So they become friends. And the comfort and convenience of that leads to a sexual relationship.
I'm not passing judgment. Sometimes I wonder if I hadn't always had Don traveling with me, taking me out to dinner or for a beer now and then, maybe I could have been just as vulnerable to another woman's approaches when I was especially sad and lonely.
Still, there's not nearly as much of that stuff as people think. I know from talking to some of the men that most of the male players have us stereotyped as a whole bunch of lesbians. The last time I was playing a tournament with the men, one of the guys told me he thought 50% of the girls on tour were homosexual. I told him he wasn't even in the ball park, but he looked at me cynically. I said, "All right, which half do you think I'm in?"
"You play doubles with Martina, don't you?" he said. I should have hit him.
The Shriver juggernaut keeps on rolling. For the first time in my life I played in a singles final two weeks running, and I won, too. I beat Jordan four and one. In fact, the second set was one of the finest tactical sets I've ever played. No matter how rotten I play sometimes, Don has taught me so well I always believe I know the game as well as anybody.