Andre Agassi is hobbling through the final event of a legendary career. I'd like to get my hopes up that he can make a run for the title and go out on top, but with his back as bad as it's been, I'm not going to get my hopes up. If he can make it far enough that I can see his final match on broadcast television, I'll be happy. Anything on top of that will be icing.
So instead of riling myself up for this event, I'll be content with memories. My all-time favorite being an early-round match in the French Open, sometime in the very-early 1990s Agassi was getting his rear handed to him by a chump when. During a break, he leaned his racket against his chair and smashed it in two with his foot, like you might do with an extra-long piece of firewood. He reached into his bag and grabbed a new racket, and - without hesitation - smashed it in the same way. A third racket met the same fate. The fourth he used to win the match.
