My parents love tennis, which they tried their best to pass along to me. Sadly, I failed them in that area and as my understanding for tennis grew, my love decreased. Alas, my father loves to tell the story about how he tried his best to teach me a backhand and ended up dealing with a tennis racket flying across the net at him (unfortunately, this was not an accident).
But, over the years my love for the game has grown and I appreciate a good tennis match. The US Open put me over the top. I felt a love for the game, settled in to the Arthur Ash stadium with my parents, Jerome and Dee. I'm looking forward to attending next year.
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