A Champion's Mind - Pete Sampras
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more than a casual commitment), but the way my singles career unfolded, Davis Cup became a constant<br />
source of tension. I knew that it wasn’t feasible to focus on staying number one, winning majors, and also<br />
play a full four-week Davis Cup schedule. It was too much. So some years I committed to Davis Cup, and<br />
some years I declined. I skipped 1993 and was part of the 1994 squad that lost in the semifinals.<br />
But there was another subtle factor at play in 1995. That year, my rivalry with Andre Agassi was<br />
entering a new peak phase. Just months earlier, at the 1994 U.S. Open, Andre completed his epic journey<br />
back from the netherworld of the rankings to become the first unseeded player to win the title. Then he<br />
beat me in the Australian Open final to start ’95. People everywhere were dying to see Andre emerge as<br />
my rival. That was fine by me; I knew that any player is only as good—especially in the court of public<br />
opinion—as the quality of his competition. And Nike, the company that sponsored both of us, was at the<br />
head of the parade of people doing everything possible to fire the rivalry.<br />
Andre, Jim, and I had all agreed to play Davis Cup in 1995, and as soon as the draw kicked out USA at<br />
Italy in the second round, it spelled trouble. The quarterfinal tie was scheduled for the out-of-the-way city<br />
of Palermo, Sicily, at the end of March—right after the two big U.S. hard-court tournaments (Indian Wells<br />
and Key Biscayne) left contenders like us tired and looking for some downtime before the European claycourt<br />
season.<br />
The three of us all wanted to do what was best for Davis Cup, tennis, and ourselves. The bottom line<br />
was that nobody really wanted to go and play the Italians right after Key Biscayne, but there was pressure<br />
from various factions for us to win the Cup—how could you not win the Cup when you had <strong>Sampras</strong>,<br />
Agassi, Courier, and Chang as potential team members? It was sure to be a public-relations disaster if all<br />
of us skipped the event because we had other, more important fish to fry. We would look selfish and<br />
unpatriotic.<br />
There was this, too: after Andre beat me in the 1995 Australian Open final, we both had the sense that<br />
the two of us would be battling it out for the number one ranking in the coming months and years. Very<br />
honestly, neither of us wanted to make a Davis Cup sacrifice that would ultimately improve the other<br />
guy’s chances at the big tournaments, or over the long hunt for the number one ranking.<br />
At Indian Wells in the late winter with Davis Cup looming, we all recognized we had a problem, so we<br />
took the unusual step of getting together—literally, in the same room—with Tom Gullikson (who had<br />
taken over as Davis Cup captain) and a few other advisers to talk things out. And we decided, face-toface<br />
and right on the spot, that if nobody wanted to go to Italy but somebody had to go, the only fair thing<br />
was for everyone to go.<br />
So we made that decision and held a big press conference, saying that Andre and I were both going to<br />
Palermo, with Jim waiting in the wings if needed. Over the next few weeks, Andre and I split the Indian<br />
Wells and Miami titles. With his win over me in Key Biscayne, Andre stripped me of the number one<br />
ranking. I’d end up chasing him all summer in hopes of getting it back.<br />
But right after our Miami match, we hopped on a plane to New York—actually, we hopped on Andre’s<br />
chartered jet, and that night paid his new girlfriend, Brooke Shields, a surprise visit on the set of her<br />
Broadway play Grease. We spent the night in New York, then flew by Concorde to London and took<br />
another private plane to Palermo for the tie.<br />
The tie against Italy was a mismatch. The Italian singles players, Renzo Furlan and Andrea Gaudenzi,<br />
were solid top-fifty players, but nothing more. Granted, they were playing at home, on clay, before an<br />
Italian crowd that could be very vocal and unruly. But the way to neutralize that was to keep it from<br />
becoming a battle. That’s just what we did, winning the first three matches to clinch by the second day of<br />
play.<br />
We didn’t have to worry about the semifinal tie until September, when we would be meeting a tough<br />
Swedish team led by Mats Wilander. At least we would get them at home—for Andre, literally at home,<br />
in Las Vegas.