Tonight, a dinner party was organized in our honor. I had a glass of champagne or two or three and got very giggly. About 30 people were at the dinner. When Martina stood up first to speak, she reiterated what I'd heard her say before, that she never wanted to play doubles regularly with anybody but me. This time I went into action. I grabbed a menu and drew up a contract on the back:
"I, Martina Navratilova, promise always to play doubles with Pam Shriver."
When I got up to speak, I read it out loud and made her sign it. I even had George Hendon, the tournament director, sign as an official witness. I'm not ever going to lose this contract.
It kept raining, but there was one bright spot today. I saw Mr. Kilsch. I went over to him and apologized for my part in that mess in Paris. He couldn't have been nicer. He said, "And you forget what I said to you." We shook hands, and, just like that, everything's fine.
Don arrived today, and I was so excited to see him, but Hank has been doing a terrific job with me. I'm not playing singles here, but in doubles and in practice my serve has been fluid and accurate, my returns low and near the sidelines. I've never approached Wimbledon in such a confident frame of mind, even though I know I've got a tough draw. I catch Martina in the quarters.
We ran our streak to 104, winning the tournament over Jordan and Smylie in straight sets. Afterward, Martina remembered to show me a telegram that had been addressed to both of us after we reached 100. It was from Chris. She called us her "doubles idols." Can you imagine any of the men players sending another player a congratulatory telegram? That's not altogether fair to the men. Not many of the women would have done what Chris did, either.
Obviously, I'm being tested. After four days of rain, in a tournament that started Monday morning, I finally get on the court at 7:15 Thursday evening. Then my opponent, Ann White, takes off her warmup suit, and there she is wearing the first full-length white leotard in tennis history. Ann was sweating like a bandit in that thing, too. After almost every point she had to go towel off, but she won the second set just before darkness fell. So we have to resume tomorrow. I just saw it on the telly that the All England Club has outlawed Ann's leotard even if it is all white.
I broke Ann right away and beat her with her wearing normal clothes. When we shook hands, she said, "I hope my outfit didn't distract you yesterday."
"Well," I said, "you might have told me about it."