And I won!
It’s weird. I don’t even play tennis, and I’m too old, even if I wanted to.
It gets weirder.
My wife and I hosted this tournament, to which we invited the 10 top pros, including Rafael Nadal, the recent winner of the French Open.
The courts — grass, clay, and hardcourt — were on the plushly manicured grounds of our palatial home, somewhere in New Mexico. (Talk about a dream house, this was it.) I beat Agassi on clay.
Everyone had a good time, except for poor Andre. I must admit he was very gracious about the loss, but we all knew knew he was pissed off.
What does all this mean? I haven’t a clue. But it was fun.