Sipping a clear vegetable soup right now, makes me wonder how Agassi must be wondering at the time of sipping those Gil waters. I have always loved him earlier as a funny good looking athlete. Though I admit it is an altogether a different experience in knowing him as a person. His memoir inspired me. I hated my work and I quickly left it. Thinking about how much Andre loathed his daily job, still continued with it, is remarkable. Moments when he describes his pain in spinal cord, I too went numb. i barely could face my monthly pains, thanks to combiflam. But that guy gets direct cortisone injections to his spine is chilling.
But I do feel envy of him, he always got the women he dreamt of. Firstly, Brooke and then Steffi. The way he described his chemistry with Steffi, I really feel envy and long for that with someone. He is one lucky guy with women. Moreover, I hated Brooke for her materialistic desires, but googling on Steffi, I noticed that Andre's best friend and manager Perry had a public spat with Steffi makes me analyze that Brooke had not been so bad too. May be she and Andre met a time when she was more inclined towards her career and ambitions. If they were destined to meet a little later, probably they both would have been happily married too.
With these affairs of the heart, once can hardly comment though.
By the way, I was just out of my 10th grade vacationing at a friend's place in Agra, when I saw the event of Andre's first marriage in news.
Anyways, a wonderful read, I loved it.
