Panni's Grand Slam, Forever: Andre Agassi

Panni paid attention to a wide assortment of things. She caught me by surprise with her interest in sports. More specifically, she kept an eye on tennis and golf. She was fascinated by Tiger Woods, by his youth and his exotic background. As for tennis: she kept mentioning Andre Agassi. I didn't really keep up with the sport for a long time, so it really floored me that she did. She was aware of his matches and his marital ups and downs. (OK, she had a deep dark secret: she periodically bought The National Enquirer.) When I least expected it, she mentioned him. It tickled me; it really did. In the past few years, I've paid more attention to both of these sports, and actually make it a point to not miss the last day of the Masters Tournament. I even cry; I really do. The other night, I fell asleep, only to wake up in time to watch Andre reach the quarter-finals in this year's US Open. I wonder who woke me up... Today, however, I was all hepped up, and ready, to watch Andre face Roger Federer in the finals. At the end of the first two sets, we experienced a power outage. Rats! Later on I found out Federer had bested him. He's younger, stronger, and--well--younger. (I refuse to say that he's better, even though Andre graciously conceded that the Swiss is the most formidable opponent he's ever faced.)
Panni's proud of you, Andre: you'll always be her (and my) Grand Slam.