The place on Spencer in between Flamingo and Twain?
I took lessons there, as well. I’m guessing I was around 9, him 6 or 7 when I first saw him beating the hell out of the ball.
When he became pro, my mom, who played a ton, loved him. I hated him and his “image is everything”. The mullet and worst, his style of play (I liked McEnroe, Cash, Edburg, serve and volley guys, couldn’t stand Lendl, Borg, Connors - style matters …). I did come to appreciate baseliners later in life.
Bumped into him on the Strip when he we were having a bachelor party for a friend, we tried to razz the hell out of him, but he was super cool, good natured, fun … wasn’t pretentious at all, didn’t fit the image of him in commercials or his flamboyant play. Then later in life, giving back to the community in a very genuine way, not looking for notoriety at all. I really misjudged that one.