Keep in mind, I’d hurt my left knee just after that great Grand Slam tournament run that started in 2002. I hurt it in a foolish way, and I’ll offer those details here, to help me make the all-important point that sometimes a rash or stupid act can derail your plans in a big-time way. All that sweat and effort I put in on the court went out the door right after I beat Venus to win the 2003 Wimbledon title. It was the last tournament I played that year, because I was such a dancing fool. That’s what it came down to: a dancing injury. The first major injury of my career, and it happened on the dance floor. I was out at a club in Los Angeles, dancing and partying and having a grand old time, but the foolish part was that I was doing it in heels. Everything had been going so well on the court, so there was every reason to celebrate, but then at some point I went into this little spin move out there on the floor and I could feel something go in my knee. I did my move and thought, Oh, no, Serena.
