Chapter 5
Mitch was at deuce.
He had reveled in the tennis in Cincinnati, gaining new insight into—and increased admiration for—Dimi. Try as he might to remain professional and objective, Mitch couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head in amazement at this edgy, wiry kid as he fought through opponents, hostile fans, bad umpiring, and the pregnant heat, giving no quarter until the final against world number one Evan Conor Fallon, in which he seemed to wilt under some distraction.
Mitch consoled himself with the thought that every failure bred some future success, just as success contained the seeds of failure. We’ll rebound at the Open, he thought, catching himself. What was it about fans—about himself—that they and he could identify so intensely with someone they didn’t even know? St
