Some fantasies have a specific shape. Mine had a yellow tennis ball traveling at 120 miles per hour. I grew up watching the Holy Trinity of my tennis childhood -Roger Federer , Lleyton, and Andy. Federer was perfection. Hewitt was…
It’s Melbourne, 2023. The Australian Open is in full swing – that intoxicating mix of summer heat & elite tennis. I’m sitting with my boss Navin, courtside, watching the match. And then, almost casually, I become aware of who is…
Newport, Rhode Island. 11pm. The kind of summer night that makes you walk slowly just to stay in it longer. My team and I had just wrapped up dinner hosting senior clients – still fairly new to the world of…
In a room full of strangers, he stood right at the centre of it – the way he always does, effortlessly, naturally. Everyone around him was spellbound. I was too. But I had a question I’d been rehearsing all week,…