April 13, 1991 continued…
Now, as if that wasn’t enough excitement for one vacation, I got to see her practice again the next day.
I moved up to the front row in front of her bag. I look around at all the empty seats knowing in a few days, they would all be filled for the 14th Family Circle Magazine Cup.
I watched Martina practice in awe finding it hard to believe a human being could hit the ball with such power and still have it land in the court. In a few minutes, she went over to her bag, which I happened to be sitting behind, and put her stuff away.
When she had finished loading her bag and putting her gold-rimmed John Lennon glasses in their case, she turned around and I found myself looking her straight in the eye. With my mouth open, I politely handed her the pen and paper.
I looked down at her muscle-bound arms with thick veins protruding out of her skin. And while she was signing, I caught her smiling at how shocked I was at her presence. But it makes me feel wonderful to think I induced a smile in such a legend.