If I wore a sleeveless shirt, people would try to feed me after the match.
I used to, like, hit for a half hour and then go eat Cheetos the rest of the day, come out and drill forehands. Now I'm really trying to make it happen, being professional, really going for it, and I miss my Cheetos.
I try not to take myself too seriously. I like to have a good time.
You think about it just because you're trying to shoot for the best. (Federer) has established himself as that the last couple of years. Am I obsessed with it? Do I have pictures on my wall or something? No.
I just felt like the whole time I was trying to find something as opposed to just having it, ... I normally take control of the situations more than that, whereas he was getting first strike tonight.
I can still play better. I'm playing a lot calmer now. I'm not worried about trying to win every point or win the match in every point. I'm kind of just staying a little bit even keel, and I'm serving 10 times better than I have been this year, which is a big, big plus for me.
Everyone is trying to find their form and everyone is making sure they're ready to go next week.
I don't know what would have happened if it had gone to three sets, but my mind was focused on trying to end in two sets.
I knew it was going to be tough because Tommy had been playing really well (and) ... he was trying to push that to a third set.
It's almost like you work so hard and almost try too hard. Before I'd come out almost unprepared and sort of wing it. I'm trying to find a happy medium. Hopefully, things will go up from here.