But why tennis—why not, I don’t know…play baseball like your brother or something? Tennis was my last sport—I grew up in team sports. There were very few sports in general available for women, but Susan Williams in fifth grade asked me if I wanted to play tennis. I said, “What’s tennis?” She said, “You get to run, jump, and hit.” And I said, “Oh, my God—those are my three favorite things in sports. Yeah, I’ll try it.” And so we went to this country club, and I hit the first one over the fence.
And the rest is history. Yeah, pretty much! By the time I was 13, I decided I was going to be the number one tennis player in the world, and I knew I wanted to change tennis. I read all the history, all the biographies—99% of them were about men, but I didn’t think about that yet. I didn’t know the word “platform” yet either, but I knew what it meant. Fast-forward to 1968, and we finally had what so many of us had dreamed about: professional tennis, or “open” tennis—open to everyone if you were good enough [as opposed to amateur tennis, with sketchy prize money and under-the-table “appearance payments,” among a host of other player complaints]. My then husband told me that if we could get pro tennis to happen, that the men would try to get rid of me. And I said, “No—they’re my friends; they’re great.” And he was correct, and I was totally wrong.
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