A Champion's Mind - Pete Sampras
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My journey to tennis stardom was a pretty straight path that I traveled quickly, thanks to my great<br />
developmental environment. But there were uphills and downhills, and my toughest challenge was<br />
changing my mind-set from grinder to attacker. I had to learn to start thinking differently, and more.<br />
A grinder can lay back, waiting for a mistake, or tempt you to end points too quickly. An attacker has to<br />
think a little more: Flat serve or kicker? Charge the net, or set up a groundstroke winner? Is my opponent<br />
reading my serving pattern or shot selection? As a serve-and-volleyer, you attack; as a grinder you<br />
counterattack. The basic difference between attacking and defending is that the former requires a plan of<br />
attack and the latter calls for reaction and good defense. In both cases, execution is paramount.<br />
Early on, I had to play attacking tennis with a so-so serve; the shot would not jell for me until around<br />
the latter half of 1989. Have you ever seen a bowler in cricket throw the ball with that stiff, roundhouse<br />
motion? It’s an exaggeration, but my serve was a little like that. I got the ball to the right place, with<br />
decent power and spin, but the loose, whiplash swing, the explosive snap—those were yet to develop.<br />
But the upside as I grew into my attacking game was that my emerging talents and personality were<br />
well suited to the style. As I became an attacker, my athleticism began to emerge; as a result, my entire<br />
game and attitude changed. But I made one big mistake. As I began to rely more and more on my natural<br />
athleticism, I worked less diligently. Some of that had to do with the normal rite of passage to manhood.<br />
As I approached sixteen, seventeen years of age, I became more introverted. I started to experience<br />
feelings of insecurity. I had a lot going on internally, and in some ways my tennis suffered. My maturation<br />
was a drawn-out process, and I more or less marked time, tenniswise. But I did reasonably well—well<br />
enough to begin testing the waters at pro events. I had a breakout in 1988 at sixteen, at the U.S. Pro Indoor<br />
tournament in Philadelphia.<br />
It was a fitting place to pop onto the scene. The Pro Indoor was an established event with a great<br />
tradition, run by a couple of old-school tennis types who were part of the game’s establishment, Ed and<br />
Marilyn Fernberger. The Fernbergers ran a classy event; the U.S. Pro Indoor was a fixture on<br />
Philadelphia’s winter athletic calendar, and it had always been at the forefront of the tennis boom. The<br />
event was played in February in the cavernous Spectrum arena (capacity seventeen thousand), then the<br />
home of the NHL Flyers and NBA 76ers.<br />
The Fernbergers had been dedicated tennis aficionados since forever; they wooed and consistently got<br />
the support of the best players, including Aussie icons Rod Laver and Ken Rosewall. The Fernbergers<br />
flew in former champions as their guests. On any given night, the hospitality suite at the official<br />
tournament was open until three or four A.M., and players, officials, and even press mingled freely and sat<br />
around talking tennis with tournament guests like Don Budge, Vic Seixas, and John Newcombe. The<br />
Ferbergers routinely flew in a planeload of British reporters to give the event added prestige.<br />
I went to Philly to play in the qualifying draw in February of 1988. The main draw at an event has a<br />
few places reserved for the survivors of the qualifying tournament, which can be a pretty grim experience.<br />
It’s often played at a local club or in a big gym, and it generally attracts few or no spectators. The players<br />
are journeymen, declining veterans, and still-developing talents fighting it out, hoping to make the big<br />
show.<br />
I battled my way through the qualifying, and was most impressed when I went to the Spectrum to<br />
practice as a main-draw player. The painted cinder-block hallways under the stadium were lined with