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I remember the first time I picked up a racquet. It was 1984 and I was tired of baseball. Baseball was war: long episodes of intense boredom interspersed with brief and intense moments of sheer terror. My terror was the left field, a position reserved for the untalented, a parking space. Every once in a while one of the talented would sending hurdling a missile aimed squarely at this, my position. I would panic fearing the attention and understanding that each of those relatively few failing… Continue