I missed out on Andre Agassi’s grand farewell speech at the Arthur Ashe Stadium in New York, as I was in deep slumber in far off India. I would have watched the whole match, hadn’t it be for the time divide. I watched it today in the morning and tears welled out of my eyes. Though tears are hard to come by in this age, but I was crying for Andre. I watched the lad when he started playing tennis as a funky young man with weirdo hairstyle, and cloths, as much as I loved to hate the brash young ...