U.S. Open's grit is linked with that of Jimmy Connors

The tennis great won five Open titles, but his run through the tournament in 1991 — when he didn't win — also is indelible.

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The U.S. Open tennis tournament begins Monday. Describing it is almost as hard as playing in it.

It is the most difficult tournament in the world to win, and that certainly includes the other three majors. Australia is friendly, exotic in its distance, a fresh start to a new year. Paris is great food, interminable rallies and dirty socks. Wimbledon is prestige, royalty, stiff upper lips and strawberries and cream.

The U.S. Open is everything they aren't.

It is New York. Push and shove. Outta my way, buddy.

It is noisy, dusty, often rainy, always windy, never predictable, seldom logical. The players are exhausted after nine months of grinding. They don't want to be there and they have to be. The courts are hard, the crowds are harder, the stakes are high and the lid on the pressure cooker is loose.

The U.S. Open is where Serena Williams once marched up to a linesperson, offered to jam a tennis ball down her throat and was heard by dozens of fans sitting nearby. Many of them cheered.

Let's simplify. Let's reduce our description of the U.S. Open into a name and a number:

Jimmy Connors, 1991.

Only three men have won five U.S. Open titles in the modern era — Pete Sampras, Roger Federer and Connors. Connors didn't win in '91. He just changed the landscape of the tournament forever that year.

We sit at a bar, sip drinks, and it all comes racing back to Connors.

"I didn't win in '91, and here we are, talking about it," he says. "It's almost better that way."

He never officially retired. No big, fancy news conference. He played on and off after the '91 U.S. Open, even in the '92 Open. But after '91, it was effectively over. He knew it. No regrets.

"I left a lot of DNA on that court in '91," he says, "and I don't want any of it back.

"It was tough, walking away from the game. But after '91, that was it. That was good enough."

Tennis fans will agree. They either loved Connors or hated him. No middle ground. Nor was there an argument about what he did in '91.

He had missed most of 1990 because of a wrist injury. He calls it a year of depression. He found a surgeon who tried a different procedure and told him to "get your butt back out there."

So he did. But his third-round endings in both the French and Wimbledon in '91 gave little hint of what was to come in New York's concrete jungle. He was, after all, about to turn 39. The resume said that five previous titles, and three other majors, gave him a chance. The age, the wrist and his No. 174 ranking said otherwise.

It began on a Tuesday night in Armstrong Stadium, then the main stadium. Now, it is the 22,547-seat Arthur Ashe high-rise. Tickets on top should come with binoculars. Night tennis was popular, but nowhere near what it was about to become.

The first-rounder had a ring to it: Connors versus McEnroe. This was John's brother, Patrick.

"I knew I needed to get stuck in a tournament," Connors says now, meaning get past the first round. "I figured fans hadn't seen me for a while, and once they did, they'd get me going."

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