I’m feeling a bit undone by the revelations about Andre Agassi—the folk hero of my teenage years. 

So it was his hairpiece that made him lose so inexplicably in his hot pink tights vs. Gomez in the French?

I guess it’s not so strange the stories I used to hear about him doing espresso shots before U.S. Open matches.  Apparently, Agassi’s upcoming autobiography will accuse his own father of giving him speed before significant matches in the juniors.

My dad made me work at the grocery store if I wanted Air Trainers like Agassi.

I suppose with the sort of collective apology given A-Rod, and more hetty users like ‘Sheed, Ricky Williams, Manny, whomever….  Agassi figures he may as well empty his closet.

Still hurts a bit though.

Wonder what Johnny Mac was on?

Why does it matter? Your memories are your own. What he did shouldn’t impact those memories.

Thanks for that angle man.  I guess I’m just saying how much I hate finding out that what I was seeing all those years maybe really wasn’t what I thought I was seeing.

I remember how they used to talk about Agassi’s lazerlike focus, how he seemed to have the fastest hands, able to recognize serves and return them harder than they were hit at an uncanny level.  But then you find out that he was on speed at times, or meth, or whatever.  No wonder he was so fidgety between points during that era.

Will anyone believe that he only did meth once, when at his breaking point?  Does anybody ever do anything like that Once?

I guess it’s good for him to unload his heart now that he’s been out of the game and a philanthropist for a while.  Maybe without the threat of these allegations hanging over him, he will be able to return to the world of Tennis, perhaps as a TV commentator or something.  If that’s the case, it’s good I guess to get rid of these skeletons now.