Tennis anyone?

“There’s a lot of good waiting for you on the other side of tired. Get yourself tired.” 


There’s a lot to do around here with me AWOL and Rachel climbing corporate ladders. I deserted with good reason—I was finding respite at the U.S. Open.  You’ll be relieved to hear the weather was sublime, devoid of east coast humidity. And week one did not disappoint: Roger graceful, Sharipova glittering, and Rafa brim with passion. We put in a twelve-hour day at Flushing Meadows. Never tired of deuces. All that back-n-forth got me thinking that it’s high time I read one of my sister Cindy’s favorite autobiographies: Open. Nin had trouble limiting her use of the word fascinating. I’m an Agassi fan, so no real convincing required. But she added it’s an autobiography everyone will enjoy because Andre’s story is so compelling and honest.  

Open is a New York Times Notable book and a Forbes, San Francisco Chronicle, and Washington Post Best Book of the Year. One critic raved, “Agassi may have just penned one of the best sports autobiographies of all time. It’s one of the better memoirs out there, period…an unvarnished, at times inspiring story [told] in arresting, muscular style…Agassi’s memoir is just as entrancing as his tennis game.”  What’s more, I’m on an ear-lovin roll right now and the audio version of Open has been highly touted. If you think I’m overstating, check out this recent review.  Time to learn a little bit more about “The Punisher.” Who’s game? 

Posted by Tracy