(49 Weeks)
There was that picture of me in my Yankees tee holding the baseball bat over my shoulder. But I was only posing then. I started taking tennis lessons when I was 5 or 6, but I don’t remember anything I learned that far back. I think the year I became an athlete officially was 1973. That spring, almost a year after the passage of Title IX, my dad signed me up for T-ball. He gave me a glove for my birthday and a practice T for my First Holy Communion.
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