A Champion's Mind - Pete Sampras
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other serious player in the family. Occasionally the entire family would travel to a junior event. For a<br />
while, we traveled around in a beat-up Volkswagen van.<br />
Dad was somewhat intimidating, but if he wasn’t my best friend, he wasn’t a big disciplinarian, either.<br />
I remember one time I said a bad word, and he tried to put soap in my mouth. He wasn’t physical with us<br />
—we didn’t get spanked, but then we didn’t do much that would have called for spanking. Parties?<br />
Recreational drugs? Delinquent behavior? We just didn’t do any of that in our youth. It was especially<br />
easy for me: I was very focused on tennis, and I didn’t let anything knock me off that trajectory.<br />
The nurturer in our family was my mother, Georgia. She was the compassionate one. She would listen,<br />
be there to talk to you, and walk you through whatever was on your mind. My mom has been way under<br />
the radar as far as an acknowledged influence goes, but some of my best—and toughest—qualities<br />
probably come from her. She’s the sweetest lady on earth—she gave us lots of hugs, she felt our every<br />
adolescent pain. But underneath that warmth and deep concern for her family, she was tough.<br />
Mom was born and raised in Salacia, a village near Sparta. She grew up dirt-poor. She had seven<br />
siblings, and slept on a concrete floor for a good part of her youth. When her oldest brother emigrated to<br />
Canada, he basically took his siblings with him. So my mom landed in North America without speaking a<br />
word of English, and ended up working with some of her sisters (she has five, all close in age) as a<br />
beautician in the Toronto area.<br />
When Mom was in her twenties, she moved with her sisters to Washington, D.C., and that’s where she<br />
met my dad—they were introduced by mutual friends. My dad’s father had advised him to find a nice<br />
Greek girl to marry and start a family with, and Georgia turned out to be the one for Sam. They shared a<br />
vision based on the importance of family life and creating a home where their children could flourish.<br />
Partly because my mom is a relatively new American, we were raised with a very strong Greek<br />
influence. We have an enormous family support group—I must have thirty cousins, although my life has<br />
made it tough for me to cultivate relationships with them. We attended Greek Orthodox church every<br />
week, and we went to all kinds of Greek festivals and outings—it was just like that movie My Big Fat<br />
Greek Wedding. Mom still cooks traditional Greek dishes like spanakopita (a spinach-based dish) and<br />
dolmades, and I’ve heard more than my share of bouzouki music. But we were on the road to assimilation.<br />
We never had to wear any of those crazy traditional costumes or anything like that, and we often had<br />
spaghetti bolognese for dinner.<br />
When I think about my mom and how poor she was as a child, I realize she had to be pretty resilient<br />
and very strong. She immersed herself in a totally foreign culture—as a woman from a traditional society,<br />
no less—at age twenty-three. She had family to help, but still—it couldn’t have been easy for her.<br />
If I got my calm, reserved nature from Dad, I got my toughness, a share of my resilience, and a measure<br />
of my stubbornness from my mom. She helped instill my basic values—showing me that I wasn’t going to<br />
get anywhere by taking shortcuts. I think I may have gotten my ability to focus absolutely and exclusively<br />
on the task at hand from my mother, too. Throughout my career, my mind rarely wandered, and I was never<br />
sidetracked by distractions, no matter what I was going through off the court.<br />
Mom had her hands full with the four of us, and my budding talent didn’t make it any easier. Stella and<br />
I, the two enthusiastic athletes, kind of overshadowed Gus and Marion, and I gradually overshadowed<br />
Stella. I guess I was the “golden child,” although I’ve never liked putting it that way. But a lot of the focus<br />
was on me. A lot of money was spent on me. At times this led to a little resentment.<br />
Gus was a big surfer and had an active social life, which was a good thing because I was always with<br />
Dad. Still, like any kid brother, I occasionally wanted to hang out with Gus and his friends, but you know<br />
how Toxic Kid Brother Syndrome works. In that sense, having tennis helped me; I was so focused on the<br />
game that I was immune to some of your typical sibling turbulence. I wasn’t competitive with Gus in<br />
childhood; the age difference of four years meant we lived in different worlds. But I know that my<br />
privileged place sometimes bothered Gus. He would have to drive me and Stella to tennis lessons, and I