And there’s nothing wrong with expressing it constructively. I know it’s a valid, and not in or of itself a “bad” emotion. I think it’s a perfectly valid emotion and can be expressed just like any other, though not to excess. I truly don’t understand why it’s as bad as it’s supposed to be. Anger doesn’t bother me as much as it does others. I’ve come to understand that my own Irish background was replete with bursts of anger and vitriol and thought nothing of it. Maybe because I come from the same scrappy Irish environment. At the time I was not especially a fan, thought he was embarrassing, but I also appreciated his moxie. Happy Birthday, John McEnroe! Published in Sports
Or at least that you’re self-aware enough to quote basketball great Connie Hawkins: “The older I get the better I used to be.” Nice to see you’ve decided to act your age at long last. John Patrick McEnroe turned 60 years old Saturday. (He’d almost been thrown out earlier in the tournament for having called one of the umpires “the pits of the world.”) Lawn tennis (when you can find it) has not improved since the advent of “Johnny Mac,” at least in this former fan’s opinion - I was always more about the strawberries and cream, and the cream teas, than I ever was about the on-court antics of spoiled and vulgar young men and unnaturally muscular and grunting young women. I’m old enough to remember it in real time: the moment on June 22, 1981, when the enfant terrible of men’s tennis had a meltdown in the hallowed grounds of the Championships, Wimbledon, rocking the well-mannered crowd and the horrified announcers to their core.
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