David Senra

I see this column is about me.

I shouldn't read it, but I do.

He writes that the U.S.

Open is mine to lose, but you can count on the fact that I will find a way to lose it.

Agassi, this writer says, simply isn't a champion.

I close the paper and feel as if the walls are closing in, as if my vision is narrowing to a pinprick.

The writer sounds so sure as if he's seen the future.

What if he's right?

What if this is my moment of truth and I'm revealed to be a fraud?

And the opposite of criticism from random strangers that don't care about you are people that love you that are happy for your success.

And so he winds up winning this final.

And there's this great paragraph that says a lot about human nature and the people you want around him.

You know everything you need to know about people when you see their faces at the moment of your greatest triumph.

I believed in Brad's talent from the beginning, but now seeing his pure and unrestrained happiness for me.

I believe unrestrainedly in him.

And so this is when he's winning all the time.

He gets to be the number one player in the world.

And he has another surprising reaction.

I've knocked Pete off the mountaintop.

So he has this huge rivalry with Pete Sampras.