Mother Mc-Enroe was a hard-driving perfectionist. The McEnroe males "were vocal about everything. How did McEnroe get this way? Serious (from "You cannot be serious") offers several answers. As both were about to leave, the journalist approached his hero: "Hi, John, I'm Sal Palantonio of ESPN." "Fuck you," McEnroe responded, "and fuck ESPN." A journalist friend of Mewshaw's found himself alone with McEnroe, whom he had long admired but never met, in the men's room in the press section at Wimbledon. The second story, also two years old, comes from the novelist and tennis writer Michael Mewshaw. "I was lucky, I didn't clock someone." Another thrown racket, he writes, came "this far from nailing someone in the head". "I was angry and I meant to throw it," he writes of a much earlier instance, in which he threw a racquet hard into the stands. McEnroe was 41, and as Serious makes clear, had done this sort of thing before.
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