Ten years ago, a gangling ball boy named Dick Savitt thought he was wasting his time fooling around on the courts of the Berkeley Tennis Club in Orange, NJ. He really wanted to be a big-league baseball player. Somehow it never worked out that way. Last week, some 3,000 miles from Yankee Stadium, Dick Savitt was still sidetracked from baseball, still up to his ears in tennis, but scarcely wasting his time. He was busy on the famed center court at Wimbledon, playing in the final round of the All-England championship.
It had taken...
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