“I called my dogs my shrinks. I vented plenty on the court, but once I retired, it got a little trickier. With my dogs, no matter what I said or did, those tails would still be wagging. They’d come up to me like, It’s O.K., Dad, it’s all right, let it out, that’s not a problem, let’s go on a walk. My dogs never judged me. I would come back from walking them and be a different guy when I’d walk in my house.”
—Jimmy Connors