I used to go to the Cincinnati masters each year and stay at the player hotel which had an Applebee’s in front of it. Mingled and met a variety of players.
Some interesting experiences ...
The tournament used to provide players with small suv size Mercedes Benz cars. Guga totally blew through a stop sign in parking lot and almost hit us. Luckily we were paying attention and he smiled and waived he was sorry
Going to our room we walked to elevators and Fed was standing on one side so we hit elevator button on other side of hall. His didn’t work and kept pressing the button. Our door opened and I was watching him be frustrated so I held door open and he came and went up in ours. He was nice, no real talking just messing with him about the elevator.
The year Carlos Moya won my wife and I had a room next to him and his wife/girlfriend. We continually ran into him coming and going and in the elevator. He was always beyond nice asking us how we were enjoying the tournament, etc. Just a very genuinely nice guy. We always left around the quarters as all matches move to stadium and it isn’t as enjoyable. Got home and watched rest and was very happy he won it.
We spent a couple evenings at hotel bar and one shocking thing to me was the amount of players that smoked. Many crazy players with their drinking and smoking (Safin and his Russian mob, Lapenti especially) but one player was the healthiest little nerd. Arnauld Clement sat there with many players just drinking ice water. He looked like he was 10 years old sitting at the bar but really stood out because he WASN’T crazy
We always saw Greg Rusedski in the parking lot by himself with a scowl. I don’t think he had any friends.