THE ARTICLES ACTUALLY ABOUT LENDL BUT IT MENTIONS AGASSI TOO. ITS KINDA LONG BUT ITS STILL PRETTY GOOD I THINK New York / June 26, 1989 Obsession Ivan Lendl's Lonely Quest for Perfection It was about three in the afternoon, and Ivan Lendl had walked into the lobby of a Hilton hotel in suburban Atlanta, dressed in shorts, a T-shirt, and running shoes. He was there for an exhibition tournament, and he'd just raced through a match against the Ecuadoran Andres Gomez. The workout wasn't sufficient: Now Lendl intended to take a three- or four-mile run. As he walked toward the parking lot, Lendl met Andre Agassi, the young sensation who blew into the top five in the world in 1988 but has yet to win a tournament this year. Agassi was hanging out with a player named Derrick Rostagno. "Hey, Ivan, how ya doin'?" Agassi said. Lendl, six foot two and very soldi, towered over Agassi, who is five foot ten and borders on the frail. Agassi looked as if he might ask Lendl for an autograph. Lendl looked as if he might not give him one. "Ya wanna seee the car I'm gonna buy?" Agassi asked, tagging along. "I've been working out. I got a trainer who's traveling with me. Next year, I'm gonna have legs like you." "You need a trainer at home, not on the road," Lendl said, conclusively. "Have him give you a workout you can take with you. Don't waste your money taking him on the road." "Nah, he does more than just a workout," said Agassi. "I've even been watching my diet, if you can believe it." Suddenly, they were standing in front of a huge Winnebago in the far reaches of the lot. It belonged to Rostagno. "Great, huh?" said Agassi, opening the door and climbing into the driver's seat. "I'm gonna get one of these." "How can you buy a car, Andre?" Lendle said, smiling. "You're not even old enough to have a driving license." "Get real," said Agassi. "How old are you?" said Lendl, enjoying the tease. "It's my birthday Saturday, I'm gonna be nineteen." Lendl smiled. "You wanna take a run with us?" "Nah," said Agassi, still in the driver's seat. "Not right now." Lendl shrugged. It was perhaps 85 degrees and equally humid. Weather that separates the men from the boys. Being fit is one of Lendl's many obsessions, and he wasn't about to take Agassi's nouveau training regimen very seriously. "The guy doesn't do anything for eighteen years," Lendl said as he set off on his run, "and then he thinks he can turn it around in a few weeks. It doesn't work that way." Lendl is even more disdainful of the women players on the tour. Except for Martina Navratilova and Steffi Graf, he thinks, the women just don't pay attention to fitness. They eat terribly, they camp out in the backcourt and hit moonballs, and they don't move at all. Lendl may hit from the baseline, but he can move. He's fit. You can count on it.