Target practice continued with Tanner drilling Mandlikova—accidentally, of course. Eventually, Jaeger, daughter of a former boxer, remember, took aim and sledgehammered an overhead of her own, obviously intended to render Nastase a cripple for life. The ball crashed into the tape. Nastase turned and pointed out his rear end to Jaeger. This time Andrea grabbed another ball and threw it at her tormentor. Bull's-eye: "Nasty's good for the game and bad," Jaeger said after she and Tanner rallied to win 2-6, 7-5, 7-5. "But if he had hit me in the face I would have been really mad." Not to mention, in surgery.
Ah well. All's fair in love and mixed. While Borg will remember his self-mutilation and the women players may recall Tanner's terrifying service with night-screaming, it's the sparks from Connors-Evert Lloyd that will endure from this tournament. "It was weird," said Jaeger, 18. "I mean I watched that press conference on TV, and the camera kept shooting back and forth between John and Jimmy, John Jimmy, and all you heard was Chris's voice making cracks. Wow weird I don't know what the public thinks." My girl, talkin' 'bout my girl.
When she grows up, Andrea will find out.