He is the unfrozen phenom. Brian Baker was going to be a tennis star. That's where this was
headed. A decade ago, Baker was one of the best junior tennis players in
the world, the wiry kid from Nashville, Tenn., with the punishing game,
so good he would later reach the boys' final of the French Open in
2003. His early résumé contained wins over characters you may know.
Jo-Wilfried Tsonga. Tomas Berdych. Novak Djokovic. That's right. The
Djoker, the relentless No. 1 in the world, winner of four of the last
five Grand Slams. That guy. Baker passed on college
scholarships and pushed right into the pros. He had a clothing deal and a
racket deal and a future. Life was good.
At this point Baker was 23. Recovery
from these latest surgeries was going to take a while. He enrolled in
college, back home in Nashville, at Belmont University, the geezer
freshman in class. He worked as an assistant coach with the school's
tennis team, keeping a foot dangled in the game. He wasn't totally out
of tennis, but he wasn't totally in it, either. Meanwhile, players he
once handled were ascending to the top of the sport. Baker said he
doesn't "like to play the guessing game too much," but he couldn't help
but notice.
"You do think about it, especially for
the first couple of years," Baker said. He is 27 years old now. He was
sitting at a table not far from the tennis courts at Saddlebrook Resort
outside Tampa. He looked tan and fit. "You see all these guys having
success. Could that have been me?"
For the complete article by Jason Gay in the Wall Street Journal, please click here.
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