This was a post from a thread that I had started on March 25, 2011 when I was barely a month old. It was called "The McEnroe Forehand". If you go back and find that thread you will notice that I deleted my opening comment in that thread. At one point I deleted all of my comments on Tennisplayer.net.
But at any rate here is a little opening story about John McEnroe. You can hardly have a discussion about anything McEnroe without discussing his behavior or a favorite story about him making a spectacle out of himself. WBC is worldsbestcoach who was more or less sent packing...sadly enough...he had a difficult time adjusting to the culture of this forum. Be that as it may...tennis is a culture too. Culture is a strange thing...probably because it is created by that strange animal---the human being.
Johnny didn't fit in with the system for a number of reasons. And perhaps we can shed a little insight as to why not with some discussion, some favorite stories, some recollections and some rantings of our own. Even though I have titled this thread "My Thoughts on the McEnroe Behavior...", please feel free to chime in. And by all means have fun everyone!
Originally Posted by don_budge...March 25, 2011

WBC...You remind me of a movie...Total Recall. You really have a great memory and have seen a lot of things over the years and your knack of recalling things is a gift.
I remember the first time that I saw McEnroe...he was 15 or 16 at the time and for the first time he was playing in the qualifying tournament for the US Open in New York someplace. The main tournament was held in Queens. I cannot remember the name of the club but it was a HarTru surface, which the Open was being played on that year, and I think that it was 1975.
My friend and I made the trip to New York in his families Chevy Nova, and upon arriving in New York, seeing it for the first time, I said the line from Stevie Wonder's "Innervisions"..."New York...just like I pictured it, skyscrapers and everything!", I will never forget that. The first thing that happened to us on this eventful trip is we stopped for gasoline at this gas station and at the same time this baby blue Mercedes pulled up. The driver went to the door of the station and tried to enter. Unfortunately, he did not see the sign about the guard dog and he was bitten immediately when he opened the door. Apparently the dog did not recognize it was one of the Jr. Kennedy's.
At any rate, we were staying with one of my buddies college acquaintances named Jeff Wolfman, this Jewish kid from Queens, and he sort of showed us around a bit. Jeff was a funny guy...not so funny as in the "ha ha" sense, but more in an ironic, deadpan way. Funny enough, though, that he did walk onto the stage on amateur night at "To Catch a Rising Star" and did some impromptu standup routine. He was a bit outspoken, Jeff was, and he was going on and on about this tennis prodigy we were going to see the next day at the qualifier...his name was John McEnroe...he said the kid was going to be the next Ille Nastase, in the words of Jeff Wolfman.
In the final round of the qualifier, McEnroe met a player by the name of Zan Guerry from Lookout Mountain, Tennessee. They split the first two sets and played evenly to a third set tie break. They were dead even in the deciding set at 6-6 and 4-4 in the tiebreak. This year at the Open, they were playing the 9 point sudden death tiebreak. When you reached 4-4 in this tiebreak, it was double set point and the receiver got to choose which side he would return on...is this correct WBC or anyone (maybe I am confusing this with no add scoring). On the double match point McEnroe hit what he thought was a clean winner and I think Guerry challenged the call to the umpire, who subsequently over ruled and it was decided that they would replay the point. After some spirited discussion, especially on McEnroe's part, they replayed the point and this time Guerry won the point and the match. As you can imagine...all hell broke loose. The three of us were really captivated by the scene this explosive young red head made and sympathized on his behalf.
Out in the parking lot of the club...a young and angry Johnny Boy came by us, kicking at the gravel and still uttering some choice words for the umpire about the match. As he was passing us, I said to him..."you got robbed, kid." He came out of his funk for a split second and gave me a funny look. I am not sure if Mac qualifies as a "great human being", that sort of depends on your definition...but, what a character! He went on to deliver some really "great" lines. "Incompetent fool", "Pits of the world", "Answer the question, you jerk!" are a few of my favorites. These lines rate right up there with "You talking to me" from Robert Deniro's Trevis Bickle in "Taxi Driver". If he had worked a bit harder...he bragged about his Hagon-Daaz diet, no telling what the final script may of been. Be that as it may...he was an absolutely brilliant player!
But at any rate here is a little opening story about John McEnroe. You can hardly have a discussion about anything McEnroe without discussing his behavior or a favorite story about him making a spectacle out of himself. WBC is worldsbestcoach who was more or less sent packing...sadly enough...he had a difficult time adjusting to the culture of this forum. Be that as it may...tennis is a culture too. Culture is a strange thing...probably because it is created by that strange animal---the human being.
Johnny didn't fit in with the system for a number of reasons. And perhaps we can shed a little insight as to why not with some discussion, some favorite stories, some recollections and some rantings of our own. Even though I have titled this thread "My Thoughts on the McEnroe Behavior...", please feel free to chime in. And by all means have fun everyone!
Originally Posted by don_budge...March 25, 2011

WBC...You remind me of a movie...Total Recall. You really have a great memory and have seen a lot of things over the years and your knack of recalling things is a gift.
I remember the first time that I saw McEnroe...he was 15 or 16 at the time and for the first time he was playing in the qualifying tournament for the US Open in New York someplace. The main tournament was held in Queens. I cannot remember the name of the club but it was a HarTru surface, which the Open was being played on that year, and I think that it was 1975.
My friend and I made the trip to New York in his families Chevy Nova, and upon arriving in New York, seeing it for the first time, I said the line from Stevie Wonder's "Innervisions"..."New York...just like I pictured it, skyscrapers and everything!", I will never forget that. The first thing that happened to us on this eventful trip is we stopped for gasoline at this gas station and at the same time this baby blue Mercedes pulled up. The driver went to the door of the station and tried to enter. Unfortunately, he did not see the sign about the guard dog and he was bitten immediately when he opened the door. Apparently the dog did not recognize it was one of the Jr. Kennedy's.
At any rate, we were staying with one of my buddies college acquaintances named Jeff Wolfman, this Jewish kid from Queens, and he sort of showed us around a bit. Jeff was a funny guy...not so funny as in the "ha ha" sense, but more in an ironic, deadpan way. Funny enough, though, that he did walk onto the stage on amateur night at "To Catch a Rising Star" and did some impromptu standup routine. He was a bit outspoken, Jeff was, and he was going on and on about this tennis prodigy we were going to see the next day at the qualifier...his name was John McEnroe...he said the kid was going to be the next Ille Nastase, in the words of Jeff Wolfman.
In the final round of the qualifier, McEnroe met a player by the name of Zan Guerry from Lookout Mountain, Tennessee. They split the first two sets and played evenly to a third set tie break. They were dead even in the deciding set at 6-6 and 4-4 in the tiebreak. This year at the Open, they were playing the 9 point sudden death tiebreak. When you reached 4-4 in this tiebreak, it was double set point and the receiver got to choose which side he would return on...is this correct WBC or anyone (maybe I am confusing this with no add scoring). On the double match point McEnroe hit what he thought was a clean winner and I think Guerry challenged the call to the umpire, who subsequently over ruled and it was decided that they would replay the point. After some spirited discussion, especially on McEnroe's part, they replayed the point and this time Guerry won the point and the match. As you can imagine...all hell broke loose. The three of us were really captivated by the scene this explosive young red head made and sympathized on his behalf.
Out in the parking lot of the club...a young and angry Johnny Boy came by us, kicking at the gravel and still uttering some choice words for the umpire about the match. As he was passing us, I said to him..."you got robbed, kid." He came out of his funk for a split second and gave me a funny look. I am not sure if Mac qualifies as a "great human being", that sort of depends on your definition...but, what a character! He went on to deliver some really "great" lines. "Incompetent fool", "Pits of the world", "Answer the question, you jerk!" are a few of my favorites. These lines rate right up there with "You talking to me" from Robert Deniro's Trevis Bickle in "Taxi Driver". If he had worked a bit harder...he bragged about his Hagon-Daaz diet, no telling what the final script may of been. Be that as it may...he was an absolutely brilliant player!
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