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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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900706
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Friday, July 06, 1990
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1990, Detroit Free Press
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GARISON, NAVRATILOVA IN FINAL
ZINA (AS IN Z) SPELLS END OF LINE FOR GRAF
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WIMBLEDON, England --  There was this little bird at Centre Court Thursday
that kept landing on the grass and setting off the electronic line sensors.
Beeeep! The players would freeze, the crowd  would groan. Then, the bird would
fly away, only to return a few games later.

  Perhaps it sensed there was history brewing here. Perhaps it felt a certain
bond with the underdog, Zina Garrison --  who, too, had often fluttered into
the tennis spotlight, become unnerved, and flown away before business was
complete. How many tournaments had she exited one round too soon? How many
near- misses were  drooping from her wings? She was 26, ranked fifth in the
world, and yet she had still  never been in a Grand Slam final. All around
her, these apple-cheeked teenagers were winning championships, getting  huge
endorsement deals, leapfrogging her like, well, like children.

  "Enough," she seemed to say. Now she stood across the net from the best
woman player in the world, five years her junior, and she  took a deep breath.
It was 4:06 in the afternoon; she needed one point to win. She had blown
scenes like this before. Everyone knew it.  She exhaled and tossed the ball
high, and under the same English  skies that once saw her weep after a loss to
Virginia Wade, good old Zina finally found her knockout punch -- a wicked
serve that kissed the line and whizzed right past Steffi Graf, signing her
exit  papers in smoke. 
  Down goes the Queen. Up comes the challenger. For the first time in four
years, Graf, No. 1 in the world, will  not be on the court when the Wimbledon
women's final is played Saturday; for the first time ever, Zina Garrison will.
  "Oh, man, I couldn't have won in a better way," she sighed afterward,
smiling at the biggest upset in women's tennis this year, 6-3, 3-6, 6-4. "To
ace  on match point to get into your first Grand Slam final. Wow!"
  Better great than never.
There were obstacles to overcome 
  But then, Garrison is used to waiting, isn't she? She was a bit of a
surprise child, born 10 years after her next-youngest sibling -- who the whole
family had figured was the last. (The name Zina, in fact, was chosen for Z, as
in last letter in the alphabet.) She didn't  discover tennis until she was 10
years old, hanging around the public courts in Houston.  Didn't turn pro until
17.
  She has taken a while to reach this point, because, unlike some of her
silver-spooned  peers, there have been these obstacles. Her mother's death.
Her brother's and father's deaths. An eating disorder, bulimia, which let her
gorge on sweets, then make herself vomit. And money. Unlike  Graf, who was
puppeteered by her father almost from the crib, Garrison had to feel her own
way.  But, oh, what she must have felt Thursday. Magic? Relief? Here she was,
finally, with all cylinders clicking.  Graf went deep, Garrison matched her
deep. Graf went short, Garrison was at the net in a heartbeat, hitting
winners. Even her body language said victory. On set point in the first, she
awaited Graf's  serve like a surfer on a red-hot board -- bounce, bounce,
boom! She whacked a return and Graf hit into the net. First set, Garrison.
  Graf won the second, she picked up her game, and everyone figured,  "OK,
here goes another Zina farewell." Graf thought it, too. Instead, Garrison grew
more aggressive, she slammed back lobs and made passing shots at incredible
angles. She broke Graf, took a 3-1 lead,  then held serve until that glorious
final serve, the ace, which had the steam of a lifetime behind it.
  Better great than never.
Issue is greatness, not black-white 
  What a terrific story, a  morsel of success for the public- court kids who
are all but gone from tennis now, overwhelmed by private academies and
16-hour-a-day camps. Because of these roots, Garrison never got the royal
treatment  from coaches and managers. Because she is black, she did not get
the same embrace from clothing and equipment makers as her blond, ponytailed
peers. That is sad. That is fact. Even this week, she has  been taking her
clothes to Martina Navratilova's place to get them washed. Garrison still has
no active clothing deal; she wears Martina's line of tennis clothes.
  But to turn Thursday's success into  a black-white thing is wrong, it would
trivialize Garrison, because she is not a great black tennis player, she is a
great tennis player, period. Hey. She is the first person besides Navratilova
to take a  set from Graf in the last five years at Wimbledon. This, just two
days after Garrison stopped the seemingly invulnerable Monica Seles.
  Call it a case of old dues finally paying off. And how  nice that, after
the Day-Glo adolescent tennis news this week, Garrison, a mature woman, will
face Navratilova, another one, for the title. Let the kids watch from the
stands on Saturday. Give them a  pizza.
  What they will see are two tennis players who spell perseverance, and one
has just grabbed a new ledge on her personal mountain.  Better great than
never, right?
  Said a pouting Steffi  after the match: "Zina doesn't have the game to beat
Martina." Well. Let's see what Zina's feathered friend has to say about it.
After all, he might just turn out to be a well-known bluebird, sitting
happily on her shoulder.
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