I'm off to Australia now, which makes me reflect on the house that I'll be leaving again. Of everything tennis has given me, my house means the most to me. It was built in 1813.1 love old places. I wish my house could tell me of the babies born in it, the people who died in it, the parties and the quarrels. I hope it likes all the improvements I've made. There couldn't be a prouder owner. Now, if I can just keep my room neater.
Just arrived from L.A., 14 hours. Apart from the space shuttle, I think that's the longest nonstopper around.
Don is traveling with me, and he arranged for me to practice with a few local pros. Cost me $85 U.S. I can't imagine Martina or Chris paying anyone to play sets with them.
Tennis players are especially tight with their money, and some of the Aussies are legendary for being cheap. Short arms and deep pockets is their expression. Here are the Five Commandments of a tight tennis player:
1) Thou shalt always return a tournament car's gas tank on empty.
2) Thou shalt never buy sodas during a tournament, but take freebies home from the players' lounge.
3) Thou shalt avoid buying tennis balls at all costs.
4) Thou shalt attend sponsors' parties for the free food, and not the socializing.
5) Thou shalt use the WTA phone for long-distance calls.