I'll admit it; I had tears in my eyes as well . . . and some coming down my cheeks.
An amazing career, and an amazing man.
To watch him grow from a cocky, long-haired, earring'ed, denim-wearing teenager, to dominate the tennis world in the early 90's, to his fairy-tale wedding turned bad marriage to Brooke Shields, to his plummet to #141 ranking, to his steady climb back into the tennis elite, to finally finding true love and domestic happiness and parenthood with Stefi Graf, and finally, to his finals appearance, against all odds, last year at the US Open against Roger Federer . . . wow, what a ride.
Yes, it was hard to see him in such pain on Sunday, but I knew that he would not quit. He lost, not to Ben Becker, but to the ravages of time and his failing body.
So enjoy your retirement now, Andre. You've earned it, and you deserve it. And thanks for all the wonderful memories you've provided us along the way.