David Senra

Let's play for money.

And this is the conversation.

My son will play you for money.

I feel a bead of sweat starting down my armpit.

Yeah, how much?

My father laughs and says, I'll bet you my fucking house.

I don't need your house, Mr. Brown says.

I've got a house.

Let's say 10 grand.

So they go back and forth.

They wind up betting 500 instead of 10 grand.

But an eight-year-old Andre Agassi plays this grown man, one of the greatest football players of all time, and beats him.

I beat Mr. Brown 6-2, sweat running down his face.

He pulls a wad from his pocket and counts out five crisp hundreds.

he hands them to my father and then turns to me great game son he shakes my hand my father tells him he's going to be number one in the world i wouldn't bet against him mr brown says and then this gives you more insight into his father's personality not long after beating mr brown

I play a practice match against my father.

I'm up 5-2, serving for the match.

I've never beaten my father, and he looks as if he's about to lose much more than $10,000.

Suddenly, he walks off the court.

Get your stuff, he says.