i spent the day with andre agassi.
i read his autobiography, open.
and i'd say it was time well spent.
in fact, i was sad it ended.
it reminded me of my love for tennis.
it proved to me how cool mullets really were in the '90s.
it showed me all of the trials mr. agassi had to endure,
but it also showed me the way in which he overcame them and succeeded.
andre taught me a thing or two today (and more than just about my backhand).
it's hard to read, at times, but it's a good read.
i recommend it.