In London's quiet, out-of-the-way Rembrandt Hotel last week, U.S. Tennistar Ted Schroeder turned & tossed in his bed at night, smoked his five pipes in relays, read detective stories, and jittered. Schroeder, a champion who is not noted for calmness, was playing Wimbledon for the first time. In the opening round, the disaster he feared almost overtook him: he got a cramp in his right thumb.
Schroeder hopped about Wimbledon's famed center court, with 18,000 people looking on, yanking at the cantankerous thumb. Then he bit it. That seemed to help a little; he...
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