My earliest tennis memory takes me back to the early 1970s, specifically to a hotel lobby in Boston where I met Chris Evert. My mom, recognizing her growing fame, told my brother and me to get her autograph. At that time, I frankly didn’t even know what tennis was. Yet, her remarkable kindness towards us made a lasting impression, instilling in me an immediate affection for her and, by extension, the sport itself. It was this encounter that prompted me to start watching tennis several years later, forging my initial connection to the game.








