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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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860907
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Sunday, September 07, 1986
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STATE EDITION
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SPT
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1D
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1986, Detroit Free Press
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HE SHOULD FIT RIGHT IT, BUT LENDL STILL UNLOVED IN U.S.
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NEW YORK -- Let's get this straight. The guy has a mansion in Connecticut,
and he drives to work each morning, 40 minutes down the New York thruway, and
when he's done he drives home and feeds the  dogs and watches the VCR.

  This is a foreigner?

  Well, this is Ivan Lendl, commuting tennis star. The only thing he needs to
win the U.S. Open today is his racket, his shoes, and the correct change  for
the toll booth.
  "Why do you do so well here?" someone asked him, after he beat Stefan
Edberg of Sweden on Saturday, 7-6, 6-2, 6-3, to advance to today's final.

  "I like playing here," Lendl  said. "That is no secret. I can sleep in my
own bed. I can drive in every day. I enjoy going home and playing golf with my
friends."
  Well, natch.
  Now, some of you might think a Czechoslovakian  would find New York a rough
experience. Some of you might think a Czechoslovakian would take one look at
the airport traffic and get right back on the plane.
  But Lendl is not your typical Czech.  Although he technically is still a
citizen there, he is given special privileges. For one thing, no one comes
after him with a net. In fact, he admits he has not been home since November
of 1984.
  He prefers to spend time at his mini-estate in Greenwich, Conn., where his
neighbors are some of the fattest fat cats in American business. But then,
Lendl has managed to take on many American habits  of his own in recent years,
such as watching baseball, and diversifying his investment portfolio.
  Recently he applied for his green card, so he can "officially" work in this
country -- which should  make for interesting conversation down out the
immigration office:
  "Hey Frank. This guy wants to be a dishwasher, $3.25 an hour . . . 
  "Yeah. OK. Give him the card.
  "This guy wants to be  No. 1 in the world at tennis, $1.9 million a year  .
. . 
  "OK. Give him the -- HUH?"
Patriotically unappreciated
  Anyhow, everything would be fine in Ivan Lendl's world. Except for the one
other  American trait he has taken on.
  He feels unloved.
  This is actually very patriotic of him. In fact, it is the American way to
feel unloved and unappreciated. This is how so many American psychiatrists
stay in business.
  But it bothers Lendl. Very much.
  "I don't think people in this country understand me," he said a few days
ago. "The media misrepresents me. They twist what I say.
  "If I  play Boris Becker here in the final, I'll be prepared for the whole
crowd being for him. If I can get a quarter of the people on my side, it will
be a bonus.
  "It is disappointing. I would like people  here to like me more. But what
can I do?"
  Aww. Come on, Ivan, buddy.
  Cheer up.
  No one's picking on you. A lot of people don't like guys whose biggest
worry is which loophole to attack first.
  Maybe if you drove down to the tennis courts in an old Chevy, instead of
your Mercedes, and you wore a jacket from a bowling alley, instead of those
Adidas sweats, maybe people would be more sympathetic.
A  Czechered affair
  And maybe not.
  Of course, things could be a lot worse. Lendl could be like most of his
countrymen, whose forehands are not good enough to get them out of Prague,
much less to  Connecticut.
  But this doesn't seem to make him feel any better. Nor does the fact that
so may other Czechs have made the final rounds of this tournament. In fact,
many observers here are complaining about the lack of Americans in this,
America's most prestigious tennis event. They see it as a Czech-ered affair.
  The women's final today will pit Helena Sukova against Martina Navratilova,
two native  Czechs. And Czech Miloslav Mecir played West Germany's Becker
Saturday night in the other men's semifinal.
  Of course, not all the Czechs look at things from the same vantage point as
Lendl. Mecir,  for example, does not like it here at all.
  Poor Miloslav. He doesn't have a condo, or a Mercedes, or German shepherds
or golf clubs or baseball caps in his closet. He has a plane ticket back to
Prague. And he can't wait.
  "He likes to be in Czechoslovakia and go fishing," Lendl said of his
countryman.
  "I can understand that. I like to be in Greenwich and go golfing."
  And we thought there  were no Americans left in this tournament.
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