Agassis Bekenntnisse
Then I come to the central lie of the letter. I say that recently I drank accidentally from one of Slim’s spiked sodas, unwittingly ingesting his drugs. I ask for understanding and leniency and hastily sign it: Sincerely.
I feel ashamed, of course. I promise myself that this lie is the end of it.
The next April I’m in Rome, lying on my hotel bed, resting after a match. The phone rings. It’s my lawyers, they’re on speakerphone. Andre? Can you hear us? Andre?
Yes, I hear you. Go ahead.
Well, the ATP has carefully reviewed your heartfelt assertion of innocence. [We’re] pleased to say that your explanation has been accepted. Your failed test is thrown out.
I hang up and stare into space, thinking again and again: New life.
Neun Jahre später:
I’m playing in the 2006 US Open. My last US Open. In fact my last tournament ever. I play tennis for a living, even though I hate tennis, hate it with a dark and secret passion, and always have.
As this last piece of identity falls into place, I slide to my knees and wait. In a whisper I say: Please let this be over.
I feel ashamed, of course. I promise myself that this lie is the end of it.
The next April I’m in Rome, lying on my hotel bed, resting after a match. The phone rings. It’s my lawyers, they’re on speakerphone. Andre? Can you hear us? Andre?
Yes, I hear you. Go ahead.
Well, the ATP has carefully reviewed your heartfelt assertion of innocence. [We’re] pleased to say that your explanation has been accepted. Your failed test is thrown out.
I hang up and stare into space, thinking again and again: New life.
Neun Jahre später:
I’m playing in the 2006 US Open. My last US Open. In fact my last tournament ever. I play tennis for a living, even though I hate tennis, hate it with a dark and secret passion, and always have.
As this last piece of identity falls into place, I slide to my knees and wait. In a whisper I say: Please let this be over.
loreley - 30. Okt, 09:55
