I started playing ball when I was a kid. My dad was a pro ball player and he passed on his knowledge to me.
My family knew, but most of the sporting world did not realize that my right hand been some 75% paralyzed.
My motto was always to keep swinging. Whether I was in a slump or feeling badly or having trouble off the field, the only thing to do was keep swinging.
New Yorkers love it when you spill your guts out there. Spill your guts at Wimbledon and they make you stop and clean it up.
If you meet the Buddha in the lane, feed him the ball.