Chapter 22
Mitch was worried. Since that transcendent doubles match benefitting Meridian Hill Park, Dimi had not played that well. Oh, he made the finals of the Citi Open again—losing to Ryan, last year’s runner-up—and then bombed out of the Western & Southern Open in Cincinnati. Shadowing him, Mitch thought he looked suddenly lost on the court, back to the eye-rolling, heavens-gazing, and racket-tossing that characterized so many young male players.
How could you be so good—no, incandescent—one moment and then play as if you barely touched a racket a few weeks later? Mitch thought. He wondered if Grand Slam-itis was getting to Dimi. Everywhere he went, he was dogged by reporters asking, could he do it? Could he win the US Open and become the first man since Alí Iskandar to complete the
