Schtitt39;s thrust, and his one great irresistible attraction in the eyes of Mario39;s late father: The true opponent, the enfolding boundary, is the player himself. Always and only the self out there, on court, to be met, fought, brought to the table to hammer out terms. The competing boy on the net39;s other side: he39;s not the foe: he is more the partner in the dance. He39;s the what is the word excuse or occasion for meeting the self. As you are his occasion. Tennis39;s beauty39;s infinite roots are self-competitive. You compete with your own limits to transcend the self in imagination and execution. Disappear inside the game: break through limits: transcend: improve: win. Which is why tennis is an essentially tragic enterprise, to improve and grow as a serious junior, with ambitions. You seek to ...