A Champion's Mind - Pete Sampras
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eyes. I think he saw me as different from other kids and maybe that was something that kept any other<br />
impulses he may have had in check. There was also my dad. He was savvy, and hands-on as a parent, if<br />
not a tennis coach. It would have been very risky for Fischer to try anything inappropriate.<br />
By the time Fischer was arrested, he was long gone from my life. I didn’t feel obliged to call him, and I<br />
didn’t see him until I returned from Europe. My father, though, spoke with <strong>Pete</strong> periodically, and stood by<br />
him. I think it was out of sheer loyalty for the role Fischer had played in our family and in my career. My<br />
father really appreciated that. In turn, <strong>Pete</strong> turned to my family for support when the scandal broke. He<br />
resolutely clung to his claim of innocence, and my dad treated him as if he was innocent until proven<br />
guilty.<br />
When I returned to the States, my family told me that Fischer wanted to get together with me, to explain<br />
his situation. I reluctantly consented and suggested to <strong>Pete</strong> that we meet for lunch at a café in Torrance,<br />
Mimi’s. The meeting was uncomfortable. I didn’t want to believe the accusations against him, but I also<br />
didn’t have the guts to look him in the eye and demand that he tell me the truth. Everything he said<br />
suggested that the charges were false, but he acted a little strange during lunch.<br />
Once he became comfortable, he told me that while driving to Mammoth in the recent past, he had<br />
found “Mother Mary”—I presumed he meant the New Testament Mary, the mother of Jesus. This was odd<br />
because <strong>Pete</strong> was a Jew and a committed atheist—you wouldn’t find a more rational, black-and-white<br />
man on the planet. Just as strikingly, he was actually divulging feelings, something he had never, ever done<br />
before. I didn’t know what to do with all of this.<br />
I think if <strong>Pete</strong> were still in my life, I would have needed more definite assurance of his innocence. But<br />
while I felt I owed him a certain amount of support, it was only because of the past. I supported him as a<br />
friend, and I even lent him some money (which he did eventually pay back). I know he went to our house<br />
for dinner a few times before his trial, but by then I was back on the road, playing, so my family had to<br />
bear the brunt of that situation. Thankfully, the press didn’t make a big deal out of the scandal. I was in no<br />
way connected to it, and it had been years since I had a relationship of any kind with Fischer.<br />
This much was certain: <strong>Pete</strong>’s life was in ruins, and he didn’t have many friends left. Neither my<br />
parents nor my siblings talked much about the case; we all just kind of supported <strong>Pete</strong> through the dark<br />
times as the trial loomed and his fate hung in the balance. Once the shock of being charged wore off, some<br />
of Fischer’s signature arrogance crept back in. When the trial rolled around, my father attended for a few<br />
days. I admired that in Dad; he could very easily have cut Fischer off and left him to swing in the breeze.<br />
The trial ended when <strong>Pete</strong> accepted a plea bargain that reduced his jail term to six years, of which he<br />
served four before being released. He told my dad that he took the plea bargain because he didn’t trust his<br />
fate to “twelve people from Norwalk” (the California site of the pending trial). I guess Fischer was<br />
saying that he didn’t think he could get a fair trial in such a conservative place. It was an odd tack to take<br />
for a man who claimed he was innocent and who had so much to lose in the event of a conviction. In<br />
addition to doing hard time, he would lose his license to practice medicine and leave himself open to<br />
civil litigation. A guilty plea destroyed the life he had built just as effectively as a guilty verdict. The only<br />
difference would be in the amount of time he served.<br />
Right before Fischer went to jail, he spent a little time at our house. His fiancée was still in the picture,<br />
but she would soon leave him. He talked about jail in an almost upbeat way, saying crazy things, like he<br />
was going to learn French, use the time to expand his horizons. Meanwhile, we were thinking, <strong>Pete</strong>,<br />
whatever the truth is, you’re going to prison. Your life is ruined. It’s going to be horrible. How could<br />
you get yourself into this?<br />
After Fischer went to jail, he started writing me letters. I could barely read his handwriting in those<br />
long, rambling communications. They were often written after he watched a match I played. I read a few<br />
of them, or parts of them. He was very complimentary. He reiterated that I was going to make people<br />
forget Laver, just writing the same stuff he used to say.