One of which is I was always amazed at all the young dotcommers who told me they intended to get rich so they could “retire by 30 and do something with my life.” My question then (and now as I approach retirement) is always, “Do what?’ You have to get up every day and do something. I dont believe human beings are genetically designed to just get up, loaf, and go to bed. So what do you want to do? None ever really had an answer, just a charming insistence that there was something out there that would make them happy and they would find it.

So Agassi did not want to play tennis. I get it. And maybe he really did hate it. So then what would have made him happy? There are jobs out there that truly, truly suck–I’ve had them–and they can clearly make you miserable, but in Agassi’s case, I am not sure his job had much to do with his unhappiness. I agree that he seems a nice, honest and disarmingly sincere man who realizes the potential offensiveness of what he’s saying to an average joe and neatly steers around it, but I am not sure he’s really nailed the source of his unhappiness.

I’m of the opinion that you can tell a lot about a person by their drug of choice. And while i’m not much for the “poor, filthy stinking rich me” routine, this case has a lot to say. Here’s a guy who could have well afforded an honest coke habit, yet he chose meth…that says “search for absolute self destruction” to me.

I met Andre back in 1988 – just before he exploded on the international tennis scene. We talked about 20 minutes and I found him a sweet, unassuming kid who seemed to be playing tennis because it was all he knew. I didn’t think anything of it at the time.

I’ve thought a lot about it this past week….

About Agassi, I was always a big fan of his precisely because of how genuine he came across when interviewed. Just about the most human athlete around. A real class act.