This is more about just getting myself a little busier and focused on something I used to be good at. It's time this year to do a little more. Last year, I was kind of floating along.

Golfers are forever working on mechanics. My tennis swing hasn't changed in 10 years.

I let my racket do the talking. That's what I am all about, really. I just go out and win tennis matches.

It's not easy to retire at 31. In one respect I was glad I was done. But after a few years of having fun, I got a little restless. When you're 33, 34, and you don't have a focus, you can get kind of lost. As a man, you feel a little bit unfulfilled.

I just had to hang in there and make sure I was dictating play,

[Full yet empty at the same time, he took the rest of 2002 off and the first three months of 2003. In late April he was just about to begin the two-month sweat-a-thon that would get him ready for this year's Wimbledon when something turned up missing -- his desire.] I've always had this little thing I do when I tie my shoes, ... I finish tying them, slap the ground and say to myself, Here we go! But this time, it didn't feel good. And I stopped, right there and then.