Wow and those players are not even in the upper echelon of greats.
This is very deceiving. The 90s were fraught with what Moose has quite accurately termed "half-time champions."
Stich, Krajicek, and Bruguera were in the upper tier of talent. Don't let Bruguera's extre grips fool you, take that away and you have a man who was for certain up there in terms of raw ability. His passes were at times from another planet. In the 97 Lipton, note that Cliff and Patrick were NOT surprised that Bruguera was taking it to Sampras, or even that he beat him...their comments were more along the lines of, "Don't let his ranking fool you...he's a MUCH better play than that...," and "WHEN fit and healthy, and feeling good about himself, Bruguera can be a GREAT competitor...," but when he's not?
That's how a small but sizeable handful of guys from that generation were. They were NOT *intimidated* by the "legend" type guys like Sampras and Agassi. The question, however, was always were they HEALTHY and/or MOTIVATED. Because, it was truly a half-azzed era. Talent was up there with the best, it really was not that surprising that they could on any given day match the very best in terms of talent...what would be surprising is if they could KEEP IT UP with any consistency.
Basically, it was like a bunch of BJ Penn's running in and out of the ranks...on any given day, they could "call Sampras' bluff," but over a career? NO WAY. They didn't have the day-to-day fortitude that is required, or their bodies simply proved to be too fragile to stand up to the rigors of tour life.
The difference between then and now is that now everyone's afraid of the top guns. They defer to them, pay homage to them, want to be buddy-buddies with them...but try and k.o. their teeth to the moon? Not a chance...they're lacking seriously in chutzppa.
Ask Bruguera and Stich who they think is the best of all time, and they won't hesistate...oh, Rogie is da greatest, I can't stop licking his strawberry shortcake shoelaces...then, ask them, what would you be thinking if you got them on your surface of choice? And, then they immediately start chopming on the shoelaces, and say, "I would be thinking, I would beat him." Without any hesitation, Stich thinks out loud, I would be thinking, I'mmma gonna beat you up on grass.
And you know? That's really a PREREQUISITE if you are to have ANY hope of derailing such greatness. Guys like Rios, Bruguera, Stich, Korda, Krajicek, Medvedeve, so on and so forth, had the mentality that I can beat anyone on any given day. They'll huff and puff, oh, "the guy should consider himself lucky, if even wins a few games," or whatever Rios once said of facing peak Muster on clay. Then, he went out and backed up the talk...*for a day*. That's how it was with those guys. On any given day, they were *quite* confident in their ability to take out ANYONE. The problem with them was always that they had nowhere near the same confidence in themselves to do it day-after-day given the unyielding, grinding, nature of tour LIFE.
It's an entirely different animal when you add that aspect to the equation. Sampras, in particular, was so single-minded that he was able to put up with it better than his "rivals." He actually had quite a few of them, the only problem was that while those guys could never sustain their motivation or stay out of the sick ward...he *could*. ...and so he did. It's no mystery.
The 90s was an exciting time, because there were so many more guys who could act, talk, and play like a real champion...but, unfortunately, not for very long. These days, it's ALWAYS the same guys...and then everybody else. The "other" guys, it almost feels like they're not even there.
Basically, tennis these days feels like it's filled with "jobbers." Guys who don't believe in themselves enough to win a big one, against one of the living "legends" when it matters most. In pro wrestling, you have your "mainstay" "championship caliber" champions like Cena, Hogan, The Rock, Macho Man, or whoever else, etc. The promotion is consistently built around them, but this does NOT mean that you don't have room for the occasional flash of lightning, fresh of breath air, impromptu champion for a day type...who joins the promotion for a few months, wins the belt for a day at a PPV, and it's "believeable" enough, and then they kind of just dissapear back into the woodlands again. They're not really *franchise champions* per say, but they sure are a nice change of pace from the monotony of watching the same big three winning everything in sight until the end of the world. To me, that's boring. REALLY boring.
The 90s was a stock market era of ups and downs, big crashes, and arousing areolas...I mean, rises. Lots of up and downs, was cool. What good is watching surfing, if the Joker can't throw us for a loop by winning every once in a while, carrying his own utility built once in a while that can match Batman's tit-for-tat? What good would an ocea be without any waves, and sharks (fate) to randomly take a bite out of the competition? Oh, no, mayday, mayday...Bruguera and Krajicek down, in the waters, one shark has taken a nibble off Bruguera's ankle, the other Krajicek's elbow...good thing they're good buddies, bosom buddies even, where am I going with this? I don't know. But they was injured a lot. It's not talent that they lacked, it was resolve...and bones made out of titanium, not twigs.