The Mercurial One. Nasty...Ille Nastase. Classic bad boy syndrome. I remember watching him and Jimmy Connors playing doubles together at some staid lawn tennis club in 1973 or so...Nasty slipped on the grass and was laying face down so Connors jumped on top of him and started humping him in the butt right in front the most conservative of crowds you can imagine.
The long hair, the Loki jokester personna, the ability to flip that middle finger...the faces and expressions ranging from the scowl to the insane grin. He was provocative with a capital P. One of a kind. Those days were ripe with rebels and provocateurs. There was a lot of finger flipping at the system in those days. It was before the lame days of political correctness. The odd character was tolerated whereas today they are banished. He paved the way for McEnroe.
His genius with a tennis racquet was unparalleled...at least during his era. Part of it was his mesmerizing personality. His game was to distract you for a moment and at the same inflict murderous damage to your game with his stiletto of a racquet while he played with your psyche. He was a master of his craft. Perhaps he was a product of his culture and his mentor...the infamous Tiriac. Count Dracula.
One has to wonder if Nastase had focused all of his attention in conventional means how much it would of influenced his tennis game. But that being said...he certainly made a game that by its nature puts you to sleep with it's monotonous back and forth motion of the ball worth watching. He could create mayhem at the drop of a hat and he didn't hesitate to make a spectacle of himself. He was very exciting...very sexy.

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