Team Shredder

"I won Wimbledon three years running, and outside the little tennis community, very few people knew. In 1967 I won all three titles at Wimbledon-singles, doubles, and mixed-and I came back to my country, and there was no one there to meet me, no one at all. And barely six years later, there I was, in the Houston Astrodome, playing prime time to the world in what amounted to the Roman Colosseum, with everyone in civilization chanting my name, hating me or loving me. And everyone wanted-needed-part of me, for tennis or movements or friendship or politics or just for the hell of it-Wouldja, couldja, canya, Billie Jean?-and people were throwing money at me or grabbing at me or calling me a symbol or a leader or a radical feminist. I didn't know where I was. It was so complicated, and one morning I woke up, and where was I? I was in another woman's bed."

# posted by  The Capt'n : 10:38 AM

 

Oh Haaay Mary!
Isn't his an incredibly well written book? That finally line of the quote you put up is brilliant. Yes, we all find ourselves in this predicament- another day, another woman's bed.

# posted by  Unknown : 1:42 PM

 

Aww, I am sooo jealous Capt'n! What a great present.

# posted by  Anonymous : 1:54 PM

 

Peeds, i have some things for you too! inedible treasures. i am in LIC alot!

# posted by  Unknown : 2:18 PM

 

I know you are, Mary. As you said, another day....

# posted by  The Capt'n : 8:36 PM

 

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# posted by  Anonymous : 8:16 AM

 

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"I won Wimbledon three years running, and outside the little tennis community, very few people knew. In 1967 I won all three titles at Wimbledon-singles, doubles, and mixed-and I came back to my country, and there was no one there to meet me, no one at all. And barely six years later, there I was, in the Houston Astrodome, playing prime time to the world in what amounted to the Roman Colosseum, with everyone in civilization chanting my name, hating me or loving me. And everyone wanted-needed-part of me, for tennis or movements or friendship or politics or just for the hell of it-Wouldja, couldja, canya, Billie Jean?-and people were throwing money at me or grabbing at me or calling me a symbol or a leader or a radical feminist. I didn't know where I was. It was so complicated, and one morning I woke up, and where was I? I was in another woman's bed."

By  The Capt'n, at 10:38 AM  

Oh Haaay Mary!
Isn't his an incredibly well written book? That finally line of the quote you put up is brilliant. Yes, we all find ourselves in this predicament- another day, another woman's bed.

By  Unknown, at 1:42 PM  

Aww, I am sooo jealous Capt'n! What a great present.

By  Anonymous, at 1:54 PM  

Peeds, i have some things for you too! inedible treasures. i am in LIC alot!

By  Unknown, at 2:18 PM  

I know you are, Mary. As you said, another day....

By  The Capt'n, at 8:36 PM  

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By  Anonymous, at 8:16 AM  

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