View Full Version : The "let's break the 1000 post barrier" thread

Apr 6th, 2002, 12:42 AM
Come on guys! Jenn's Den hasn't even doubled up on Sandrine's Marines in # of posts yet! Not to take anything away from Sandrine, but.....

We can talk about Jenn, about ourselves, about stupid friends and family that don't support Jenn (lil' bro made a $50 bet with me 3 years ago that his little pet Martina would pass Steffi in # of GS titles!! HAHAHA!!! Loser), start an early RG party, whatever, but let's post now and let's post often!! Get this sucker in quadruple digits :bounce:

Apr 6th, 2002, 09:22 AM
morning :)

I'm very tired and trying to think of something Jen related to make this post relevant.... Xaviers getting married :) No offence to him, but I'm glad Jen broke up with him but I guess nobody need reminding of why....

Jen's barely played this year, she makes the Williams' sisters looks as if they're playing all the time :sad: Better than Lindsay fans are going through though :)

Jen's Countdown to the French Open

15-21 April 2002

Fed Cup, Charlotte
27-28 April 2002

6-12 May 2002

13-19 May 2002

French Open
27 May-9 June 2002

Apr 6th, 2002, 09:32 AM
So far took part in 5 tournaments (1 exhibition in hong kong + 3 WTA tournaments +1 GS)


Record against top 10 players

Venus 0-0
Serena 0-2 :eek:
Hingis 1-0
Lindsay 0-0
Monica 1-0
Kim 1-0
Henin 0-0
Mauresmo 1-0
Jelena 0-0

Total: 4-2

No doubles matches

Go Jennifer!!Keep your winning record:bounce: :bounce:

Apr 6th, 2002, 09:59 AM
Have people seen this?? LMAO!!!

Capriati Could Face Fine For Ferrari Patch

Jennifer Capriati By Richard Pagliaro

Guests staying at the Sonesta resort in Key Biscayne, Florida last week were treated to the sight of Jennifer Capriati driving around the parking lot in her new Ferrari convertible on her day off from the Nasdaq-100 Open.

The top-ranked Capriati carried a remnant of the Italian car company with her in the form of a Ferrari logo patch placed prominently on the front of her red Fila shirt as she cruised to a second-round tournament victory. The move could cost Capriati some cash.

The Sanex WTA Tour is considering fining the two-time Australian Open champion for violating the tour's policy prohibiting all corporate logos aside from the apparel company's and the Sanex logo.

"We have not made a decision on this," WTA Tour spokesman Chris DeMaria told the SportsBusiness Journal.

The Ferrari convertible Capriati owns was a gift from Fila, her clothing sponsor, in recognition of her reaching No. 1 in the rankings. Fila owns rights to manufacture Ferrari's retail products. The Italian sportswear manufacturer used the Nasdaq-100 Open, widely regarded as the "fifth Grand Slam" by players and media, to promote its relationship with Ferrari.

"The concept was to launch the Fila and Ferrari merchandising line," Fila tennis talent scout Martin Mulligan told Daniel Kaplan of the SportsBusiness Journal. Mulligan said the fine Capriati faces could be a few thousand dollars.

Apr 6th, 2002, 01:10 PM
VBN u usually put some good articles, what happend? lol

Apr 6th, 2002, 01:22 PM
:p bugger off :p

Capriati's success must taste sweeter
Copyright 2001 Houston Chronicle
By the age of 14, she had gone through three coaches, and her overbearing father would soon chase away a fourth. Despite her spunk and sparkle, and her seemingly unbridled enthusiasm for winning tennis matches, there were warning signs of a tragedy in the making. But hardly anybody gave them more than cursory notice.

Jennifer Capriati, barely graduated from junior high, was America's new Can't-Miss Kid. Such was the magnitude of baby Jen-Jen's promise, which made her Chris Evert's heiress apparent after Tracy Austin and Andrea Jaeger had flamed out while still in pigtails, that a handful of companies had signed her to almost $5 million in endorsement deals. Oil of Olay was among them. A 14-year-old needed a skin-care cream? She was Tiger long before he was.

In mid-May 1990, Newsweek made Capriati its feature story. Three weeks later, she rolled into the semifinals of the French Open, said to be proof that the crushing burden of expectations wouldn't be too heavy a weight for her to lug around. Appearances in the semis at Wimbledon and the U.S. Open would follow the next year.

At the latter, she lost a magnificent three-set slugfest to 18-year-old Monica Seles, a seminal match that redefined women's tennis as a game of equal parts power and precision. It also announced the Seles-Capriati rivalry as a worthy successor to Evert-Navratilova.

Rivals come and go
Poor ol' Steffi Graf, we clucked. At 22, three years removed from an unprecedented Golden Slam, her days surely were numbered. As Yogi Berra might say, her sunset was on the horizon.

Seles took three of the four majors in 1991 and clearly had Steffi pinned. Graf never would survive the one-two punch of Monica and Jenny.

Of course, she did -- with help.

Seles, plunged into a black hole through no fault of her own, never recovered from the emotional damage wrought in the spring of 1993 by the deranged Graf fan who stabbed her. Almost simultaneously, Capriati was self-imploding, turning into a teenager from hell in the throes of adolescent rebellion.

After sulking through a desultory first-round loss at Flushing Meadow that fall, she effectively quit tennis, inserted a ring in her nose, was caught shoplifting, began hanging with a bad crowd in a drug-invested Miami neighborhood, got arrested on possession charges, and failed to win a match of any consequence for more than five years.

Her top-10 ranking evaporated, replaced by a court-case number. Her fairy tale had become a cautionary one.

Anyway, with no Seles and no Capriati to dog her every step, Graf added 11 major championships to go with the 11 she already owned. Had she entered the Australian Open in 1995 and 1996, she might have completed back-to-back Grand Slams.

But her body began to wear out, and another precocious miss, 17-year-old Martina Hingis, helped coax Graf into inevitable retirement. Martina went 4-for-6 in Slams in 1997-98 to draw an early bead on the Open-era standards established by her namesake Navratilova, then surpassed by Steffi.

But Hingis was a throwback to a more gentile era, and her physical shortcomings would be exploited by the bigger, stronger Lindsay Davenport and the bigger, stronger, faster Williams sisters, a two-headed teen monster who had picked up where the heavy-hitting Capriati left off years earlier.

A blessing in disguise
Jen-Jen? Her bad-girl days behind her, she was lurking on the tour's fringes, a bit overweight and underdedicated. But Capriati's wayward period had prevented no small measure of stress on her muscles and connective tissues. She was approaching her mid-20s in human years only, not tennis years. Which brings us to the present.

Eleven springs after her first trip to the French Open semifinals, she one-upped her child self by shoving aside Serena Williams, 19, in the quarters and the still-No. 1-ranked Hingis in the semis. Then, in the longest Roland Garros women's final ever, the just-turned-18 Kim Clijsters ate her red dust.

And thus Capriati, buffed, matured and confident, moves on to Wimbledon halfway to a Slam, alone at last at the pinnacle of her profession. Some would say she's desperate to make up for so much squandered time. Others suggest she's having a ball, with the winning a sweet byproduct.

It's unclear what message we should glean from Jennifer's mottled life story. Every peril of child stardom has been nakedly displayed in the Capriatis' glass house, but is it so terrible when the story produces an ending as happy as hers? And would she appreciate what she has today if her script hadn't had so many zigzags?

No chance.

Apr 6th, 2002, 01:31 PM
Great Expectations


Good on 'ya, Jennifer Capriati! It's great to see your name back in the headlines, great to see a smile on your face, great to see you waving the Australian Open tennis trophy in your powerful right hand. The world labeled you a has-been at 17, but you reached way down inside yourself to come back a winner.

It was a lot harder the second time. Most things are. You were only 13 when you burst onto the international tennis scene in 1990 with a 1,000-watt smile and a killer backhand. Whoopee! Another Chris Evert! We're always looking for another somebody: another Michael Jordan, another John Elway, another Mia Hamm. Just give us a brilliantly talented youngster, and we'll make 'em an icon!
Your semifinal match against top-ranked Monica Seles at the 1991 U.S. Open offered tantalizing promise of a long-running duel of the divas. The next year you won a gold medal at the Barcelona Olympics.

Then the relentless media spotlight, pushy parents, sponsorship sharks circling to feed off your fame, hormones and your own fledgling independence ran you right off the rails and onto a police blotter. You were accused of smoking pot and shoplifting, you got pimples, put on pounds, pierced a nostril.

Hand-wringers in the media and on the tennis circuit moaned, "Why?"

You were set up, Jennifer. You were a million-dollar baby with a brain that wasn't even fully developed yet. You were, in short, a teenager.

And you were tired.

Two new studies, by the National Academy of Sciences' National Research Council and the Institute of Medicine, now claim that teenagers who work more than 20 hours a week may wind up getting lower grades, using more alcohol than their peers and spending less time with their parents. Earlier health and behavior studies reported teens are chronically sleep-deprived.

Nearly 5 million American children under 18 hold jobs. Yours, Jennifer, was relentless. You were always "on." Everybody had a stake in your success: your sponsors, the adoring press, your mom and dad, the big business of women's professional tennis.

Fans don't like to see their stars fall to earth. When you rebelled and failed to live up to others' expectations, you were cast aside like yesterday's ticket stub.

The world looked elsewhere for the next Chris Evert, leaving you to flail about like any other high school-age girl trying to find herself. Except for you, it was harder. Your mistakes turned into late-night talk show monologues and parental cautionary tales. You became a write-off, Jennifer - to everybody but yourself.

"I was very young and I was experiencing my adolescence," you told the world after you tried to make a comeback at the U.S. Open in 1999 but couldn't get past - who else? - Monica Seles.

"The path I did take for a brief period of my life was not of reckless drug use, hurting others, but it was a path of quiet rebellion, of a little experimentation of a darker side of my confusion in a confusing world, lost in the midst of finding my identity," you said.

"I made mistakes, and, yes, I am to blame ... But I've put a great deal behind me, moving forward in the right direction ... I feel like I've started a new chapter in my life."

Few believed you, Jennifer. Sportswriters have become inured to empty mea culpas from the likes of Darryl Strawberry and Mike Tyson. Why should your story be any different?

Because you had more faith in yourself than anybody else did. Because the people around you realized that Jennifer the person was more precious than Jennifer the endorsement, Jennifer the paycheck, Jennifer the statistic. Because - simple as it sounds - your maturing brain finally got hard-wired, you got help, you got sleep, and playing tennis became fun again.

This time, under a brilliant Australian sun, with adoring fans once again on your side, you volleyed past Seles, muscled aside defending champion Lindsay Davenport and toppled top-seeded Martina Hingis to win your first-ever Grand Slam tournament.

You showed us the hard way to become a grownup, Jennifer. May your victory - and all your victories to come - be sweeter for it.

Apr 6th, 2002, 02:06 PM
As a person, Capriati comes back strongest

We hoped, as Jennifer Capriati's tennis flame went cold at age 17, it was nothing uglier than a quick-to-be-cured fit of juvenile rebellion.

Unfortunately not.

We prayed, as Jenny went into a personal plunge, being arrested for marijuana possession, charged with shoplifting, followed by an even more frightening episode, discovery of a sweet-faced kid going bad as she cavorted with creeps who reeked of cocaine and heroin.

So severe was Capriati's dive, you wondered if the teen millionaire would survive to adulthood, much less ever again grasp a tennis racket with worldly sincerity.

Her athletic prime was a tragic inferno. Her life in spiraling jeopardy. Odds had to be 100-to-1 that Jenny would win another professional match.

It was maybe 1,000-to-1 against Stefano Capriati's out-of-control daughter ever again being a WTA champion. I mean, who was even thinking about tennis stuff?

Conquering at the Grand Slam plateau? In the state of chance, Nevada, that probably could've gotten you a million-to-1 bet in the mid-'90s.

All that is why Capriati's conquest 10 days ago at the Australian Open, in a week when most of us were mega-immersed in Super Bowl XXXV, ranks as a far more stunning, uplifting and courageous accomplishment than the Baltimore Ravens strangling all enemies in their NFL playoff path.

By 1994, at 18, Capriati was in rehab. Hope, while rekindled, was fragile for a prodigy who turned pro as an eighth-grader. From afar, you pulled for the young woman from Wesley Chapel, north of Tampa. Emotions all about her, having zip to do with tennis.

Jenny made some progress. She returned to her game in 1996, but with sporadic participation and hardly any success. Sharpness, physical and mental, was inadequate. Still, compared with her travails at 17, it was an hour of promise. We outsiders weren't seeing much of Capriati. Hearing even less. But, clearly, there was some grinding going on.

You've come a long way ...

Last time I saw Jenny in person was at Wimbledon. Seven months ago, she surprisingly made the final 16 in England before being overpowered by second-seeded Lindsay Davenport. Even so, there was little to suggest what was ahead for Capriati in Melbourne.

Her conditioning still seemed insufficient. Jenny huffed too much for a global tennis whiz. She couldn't run with Venus or Serena Williams, Davenport or Martina Hingis. Talking with the 24-year-old American, true maturity seemed an ongoing challenge.

Then, the Slam shocker.

Capriati, who knows a lot of meanings for down under, had played well enough since Wimbledon to be the 12th seed in Australia. But could she carry it any further? At 24, her tennis clock was ticking fast in an era when babies become champs.

Chances of a big Melbourne move seemed less than glorious, until Jenny began flattening people named Nagyova, Oremans, Pascual and Marrero. At that point, she advanced to celebrity wars.

Jenny would be far more ready than at 13, surely than at 17. Monica Seles was 5-7, 6-4, 6-3 quarterfinal prey. Davenport reappeared. A 6-foot-2 barrier. But it wouldn't be like at Wimbledon.

Jenny, trimmer and quicker now, put a 6-3, 6-4 hammer on Lindsay. All that was left was the Australian Open final. Facing the No. 1-ranked Hingis. That's all.

Martina got kayoed. It was better than Ali flooring Liston. Capriati, the formerly troubled Florida child, dominated 6-4, 6-3 against the best.

Her first Grand Slam trophy, so many years after it might've been expected of Capriati. For some reason, in the business of overcoming athletic odds, I thought about the 1980 U.S. Olympic hockey team.

When Capriati flew home to Tampa, an 18-hour journey from Australia, the airport was empty. Only her mom, Denise, was there to meet Jenny and her father, Stefano. That was more than enough. A comeback family experiencing the moment of its lifetime.

It was Super Bowl Sunday. A mile away, within earshot, the Ravens were flooring the New York Giants at Raymond James Stadium with 72,000 patrons in the stands and 130-million watching on television. But, in so many ways, something even more worth cheering was going on at a Tampa International gate.

They've been through so much, these Capriatis. Learned a lot. Persevered. Rebounded. Jenny gets our further prayers, that the Australian Open winner is now in ample control of her life. Able to talk warmly and effectively with a once-domineering dad. Surely his education has also been abundant.

After her moment of Melbourne triumph, Jenny told Hingis, a fellow resident at Saddlebrook Resort, "I hope to be in many more finals with you. You've had lots. ... I'm glad I finally got to be in one."

Maybe it'll happen, but even if Capriati never again makes it to the Slam optimum, she will always have Australia 2001. Sure, a check for $473,385 went with it, but that's only superficially important.

What counts is that a troubled, quarrelsome, down-spiraling, endangered teen somehow found the guts and drive in 1994 to give pure life another opportunity to flower.

Capriati's personal cleansing and tennis rebirth, with dessert in Australia, are byproducts of a retracked soul. Keep it going, Jenny. Tennis, sure. Life, absolutely.

Apr 6th, 2002, 06:35 PM
928 beers on the wall, 928 bottles of beer. Take one down=pass it around 927 beers on the wall.

OOOPS!:eek: Wrong direction. Well hells bells-my post will still count won't it?

Apr 6th, 2002, 06:38 PM
Kazzmazz-you bad thing you:p
I DO NOT, repeat, DO NOT see your
name in my 'rollcall' Thread. Afraid to identify yourself as a Jen fan? Put your name down there-cut and paste if you want and put your name first and mine last, but whatever it takes add your name.

This way we are closer to 1000 and next time some anti-Jen twerp says "Jen has no fans" we can throw that list right at 'em:):

Apr 6th, 2002, 06:52 PM
oh shoot me kazz-
i see your name on the rollcall:o
Too many beers offt he wall i guess

Apr 6th, 2002, 07:03 PM

I forgive you Rollo. In fact, I'll even have a beer in your honour. *932* :D

Apr 6th, 2002, 07:22 PM
What brand is it Kazzy?
Actually I prefer wine myself:)

Apr 6th, 2002, 07:22 PM
people, relevance!! at least i have the decency to paste some article :p

Jennifer Capriati

“I’m just waiting to wake up from this dream,” Jennifer Capriati told the crowd after winning the 2001 French Open title. “It doesn’t seem like reality right now.” Understandably so.

Jennifer Capriati was born on March 29, 1976, in New York state, and was groomed to be a tennis champ from day one. While she was still a toddler, her Italian dad Stefano, a former boxer turned tennis coach, and mum Denise, a former Pan-Am stewardess, became members of a Long Island tennis club. Here, Stefano, a self-taught player and coach, encouraged his daughter to roam the tennis courts and to get a feel for the sport. Later, when Jennifer’s burgeoning talent became obvious, the family moved to Florida, where the ten-year-old began an intense training programme with Jimmy Evert, the father of tennis champ Chris.

A relaxation of tour regulations enabled Jennifer turned pro a year early at the age of 13. She stepped onto the court for the first time as a professional at the Virginia Slims tournament in March 1990, swinging a water bottle – she’d brought her own as no-one had mentioned free water was provided – and smiled at the Florida hometown crowd. Swiftly crushing her opponent, she got all the way through to the finals before falling to Gabriela Sabatini. America had found its next Chris Evert.

The following year, a 14-year-old Jennifer reached the semi-final of the French Open and later became the youngest player ever seeded at Wimbledon. Lucrative endorsement deals to the tune of £10 million piled in as she went on to win a gold medal at the Barcelona Olympics in 1992. But by then her fans had noticed that the young player didn’t seem to be having fun any more – and they were right. “When I looked in the mirror I actually saw this distorted image. I was so ugly and fat I just wanted to kill myself,” she says. “At the end of a match, I couldn’t wait to get off the court. Mentally, I’d just lost it. I wasn’t happy with myself, my tennis, my life, my coaches, my friends…”

A series of run-ins with the law followed, including a 1993 shoplifting incident and a May 1994 arrest for marijuana possession. Jennifer retreated from the spotlight, and between 1994 and 1996 the former child prodigy played just one professional tennis match.

Taking time off from the sport, she enrolled in high school. When she eventually returned to tennis, it was on her own terms.

Jennifer’s comeback was not an overnight affair. She struggled for a while, languishing near 100 in the rankings, before deciding to make a go at it and really “do what she was put here to do”. Beginning an intensive weight-training program, the 5ft 8in American defeated world number one Martina Hingis in the final of the Australian Open in January 2001. It was her first Grand Slam win.

“What people think of me is not what I should think of myself,” says a newly confident Jennifer. “I feel like I’ve been reincarnated. I’m living a second life.”

Apr 6th, 2002, 07:49 PM
What brand is it Kazzy?
Actually I prefer wine myself

Well, I just had Mexican for lunch, so it was a Corona. Be careful Rollo, mixing all that beer with wine. I wouldn't want you to get sick in Jen's Den :) :)

BTW VBN, thanks for all the articles. But how do you take so many beers off the wall and not get drunk??:confused:

Apr 6th, 2002, 11:40 PM
THANK YOU VBN....you posted so many great articles last time..
it´s really nice to read them all!

Apr 7th, 2002, 01:00 AM
Yes, thank you very much VBN! I love all the articles you post. Thanks for taking the time to do it!!

Apr 7th, 2002, 01:03 AM
Originally posted by kazzmazz
Come on guys! Jenn's Den hasn't even doubled up on Sandrine's Marines in # of posts yet! Not to take anything away from Sandrine, but.....

We can talk about Jenn, about ourselves, about stupid friends and family that don't support Jenn (lil' bro made a $50 bet with me 3 years ago that his little pet Martina would pass Steffi in # of GS titles!! HAHAHA!!! Loser), start an early RG party, whatever, but let's post now and let's post often!! Get this sucker in quadruple digits :bounce:
I ´d be glad to help you out. But did you just said something bad about my Steffi???:fiery: :fiery: :fiery:

Apr 7th, 2002, 04:27 AM
Now that I've sobered up-vielen danke for all the great articles VBN :)

I enjoyed this quote the most

“What people think of me is not what I should think of myself,” says a newly confident Jennifer. “I feel like I’ve been reincarnated. I’m living a second life.”

She's an inspiration and a role model to me, even if others disagree.
Here's to all those who fight the good fight and make their dreams come true!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go Jen!!!!!:)

Apr 7th, 2002, 07:48 AM
I ´d be glad to help you out. But did you just said something bad about my Steffi???

No way Oizo!! Steffi is the reason I got into tennis in the first place! I just said that my brother, who's a big Martina fan, made a bet against me that Martina would win more Slams in the course of her career than Steffi. The easiest $50 I ever made, wouldn't you say :D

Apr 7th, 2002, 12:41 PM
Teenage sensation became destiny's child
By Bob Carter
Special to ESPN.com

"For a short period of time, she became a normal American adolescent bedeviled by all the forces that the normal American adolescent has to deal with. She didn't like the world that was created for her through her talent and through what her parents wanted for her. She did what a lot of American kids do. She rebelled," says S.L. Price on ESPN Classic's SportsCentury series.
Capriati, who captured two Grand Slam titles in 2001 and successfully defended her Australian Open championship in 2002, will be profiled on Friday at 11 p.m. ET.

People in the know just knew Jennifer Capriati would be different. Unlike other teen sensations, she'd live up to the hype and handle the travel, physical demands and pressure. She was too big, too skilled, too aggressive, to not dominate the tennis world. Even before she was a teenager she was beating ranked 18-year-olds.


Jennifer Capriati reached the 1990 French Open semifinals in her first season as a professional.
The head pro at the renowned Harry Hopman tennis school in Florida watched her at 13 and praised her durability. "She doesn't remind me of any other player except Jimmy Connors," said Tommy Thompson. "She's got that same love of the game, of performing. I don't see her being the type to ever burn out."

Turning pro at 13 in March 1990, Capriati nearly fulfilled all the expectations before proving the experts wrong -- and then, years later, right. She went from successful teen pro to a dark period in which she gave up the sport for more than two years and, finally, to a revival that led to her fairytale triumph -- in her mid-twenties -- when she captured two Grand Slam titles in 2001 and successfully defended her Australian Open championship in 2002.

Capriati reached the French Open semifinals in her first season and gained a Top-10 ranking. She made the semis at Wimbledon and the U.S. Open the next year. She won an Olympic gold medal in 1992. She won five other tournaments over her first four seasons.

By 1992, though, she showed signs of discontent and rebellion, and by the next fall -- even after reaching three Grand Slam quarterfinals in 1993 -- she was gone from the Women's Tennis Association Tour, a flameout at 17. Weary of the pro grind and the rigors of fame, often bored and unhappy that she couldn't live a more normal life, Capriati eventually dropped as far from the tour as could be imagined.

After fighting an elbow injury for much of 1993, she lost in the first round of the U.S. Open and stopped playing. In December she was detained by police after shoplifting an inexpensive ring at a suburban Tampa mall. A month later, Capriati said she was leaving the tour until finishing high school in June.

She left home in Wesley Chapel, Fla., moving into a Boca Raton apartment with friends, and took on a grunge look, complete with nose ring. In May, a bloated and bleary-eyed Capriati was arrested at a Coral Gables motel on a misdemeanor charge of marijuana possession. Two motel companions faced felony drug charges.

"Unfortunately, somebody with that much talent and that wealthy in so many ways should have the world by the tail," said former pro Pam Shriver. "But, as we know, it's never an automatic."

Fortunately for Capriati, drugs weren't the end. In a comeback that lasted years, she finally proved that she could beat the world's best when she won the 2001 Australian and French Opens. Those victories helped her gain the No. 1 ranking in October and the Associated Press' Female Athlete of the Year award.

Capriati was born March 29, 1976 on Long Island, N.Y. Her father, Stefano, was Italian; her mother, Denise, a New Yorker. Stefano was a former pro soccer player and movie stuntman who later worked in real estate and managed Jennifer's career. Denise worked as a flight attendant.

The family lived in Spain until Jennifer was 4½, then moved to the Fort Lauderdale area. Stefano encouraged his daughter to play tennis at an early age, and Chris Evert's father, Jimmy, was one of her first coaches. Excelling in the junior ranks, at 12 Capriati often played in the 18-and-under division. By this time, Stefano was coaching and pushing her hard toward the pro tour.

Jennifer Capriati celebrates her 6-4, 6-3 victory over Martina Hingis in the women's singles final at the 2001 Australian Open.
In 1989, she became the youngest female player -- at 13 -- to win junior titles at the French and U.S. Opens and won the U.S. Clay Court 18s and Hard Court 18s. In September, she beat Britain's Clare Wood, 6-0, 6-0, the first Wightman Cup shutout in four years.

Her much ballyhooed pro debut came at the Virginia Slims of Florida event in Boca Raton, just weeks before the eighth grader's 14th birthday. A hard hitter at 5-foot-7 and 125 pounds, Capriati reached the final before losing to third-ranked Gabriela Sabatini, 6-4, 7-5.

"She doesn't have the body of a 14-year-old," Shriver said. "She has the body of someone 16 or 17. Players with her body type have been in the top five in the world the last few years."

Early on, Capriati never quite made it that high, ranking eighth in her first season and reaching No. 6 in the next two. Though she won no Grand Slam events until after the millenium, she triumphed in some memorable matches. In 1991, at 15 she became the youngest semifinalist at Wimbledon, where she upset Martina Navratilova in the quarterfinals, and the U.S. Open. She also beat top-ranked Monica Seles in a final at San Diego.

The next year at Wimbledon, she passed the $1-million mark in career earnings, at 16 years, 3 months the youngest ever. And she took Olympic gold at Barcelona, beating Steffi Graf in three sets for the singles title.

As the travel and tournaments built up, the cheerful, giggling youngster was replaced by a rebellious teen who argued with her father, sometimes telling him that she wanted to return home, that she missed her friends. In November 1992, she said she'd consider quitting the tour if she didn't enjoy it more than the previous season, which she called "a waste." This, a season of Olympic gold.

That same year, Capriati checked into a New Jersey hotel for a non-tour tournament and asked the desk clerk for the key to the mini-bar. The clerk, knowing she was 16, refused.

When she left the tour at 17, her father said, "She's not rebelling. She's testing everybody -- me, her mother, her friends. She wants to see how they react to her if she doesn't play tennis."

Within days of her marijuana arrest in 1994, an overweight Capriati, who would lose all her endorsement deals, entered a drug rehabilitation center -- her second such stint. She settled the marijuana charge by agreeing to six months of drug counseling and moved to Palm Springs, Calif., with her family.

After a 14-month layoff, she played in one tournament, then stayed away for another 15 months. Slowly, though, her comeback took shape. In Chicago in 1996, she reached her first final in three years, and climbed to No. 24 in the world after being unranked for two years. But her rise didn't continue. She slid to No. 66 and 101 the next two seasons before finding her stride.

With a new coach in Harold Solomon, she got her weight down and strength up. She won two titles in 1999, finishing with a No. 23 ranking, and reached the Australian Open semifinals in 2000, where she lost to eventual champion Lindsay Davenport.

Eleven years after appearing in her first Roland Garros tournament, Jennifer Capriati holds the 2001 French Open trophy.
When Solomon challenged her work ethic, Capriati dumped him and went back to her father for coaching. She also worked out more intently with her fitness trainer.

Capriati said her mother's encouragement played a big role in her comeback. At the time, Denise, who was divorced from Stefano in 1996, was fighting thyroid cancer. When she was feeling down, her daughter said, "Mom, we have fought a lot of battles and we have come through them. We can fight anything."

For Jennifer, the big payoff on the court came at the 2001 Australian Open. Seeded 12th, she defeated Seles in the quarterfinals, Davenport in the semis and Martina Hingis in her first Grand Slam final.

Capriati beat Hingis again four months later in the French semifinals in Paris and then outlasted Kim Clijsters in a dramatic final, 1-6, 6-4, 12-10. "I never thought I'd be standing here 11 years later," she told the crowd, "after playing my first time here when I was 14. Really, I'm just waiting to wake up from this dream."

The dream continued in 2002 as she again defeated Hingis in the Australian Open final, saving four match points before winning 4-6, 7-6, 6-2.

Apr 7th, 2002, 02:34 PM

Apr 7th, 2002, 02:36 PM
oh yeah, she was the epitome of pinkness - not dissimilar to this years Aus Open...

Apr 7th, 2002, 10:39 PM
The story

Jennifer Marie Capriati was born on March 29, 1976, on Long Island, New York. She weighed 11 pounds at birth. Her (Italian) dad Stefano worked in Spain as a real estate marketer and her mother Denise was a flight attendant. The parents went to Long Island for Jennifers birth and after she was born they went back to Spain. When Jennifer was just 3 months old, she already did baby-style situps and not long after that her father taught her how to swim. Aged two, Jennifer competed against five-year-olds in local swim contests.:eek: When Jennifer was four years old, the family left Spain and settled in Lauderhill, Florida in the USA.
Stefano started giving tennis lessons at a local country club and during those lessons, Jennifer was chasing loose balls from the ball machine. Soon after that, she was swinging against the machine herself and did remarkably well.
When her father noticed Jennifer had a special gift, he contacted Jimmy Evert, father of Chris Evert, USA's number 1 female tennis player. Jimmy Evert didn't coach children under 5, but for Jennifer he made an exception. Soon Jennifer was beating all the other kids pretty badly, and moved to the men club players. And it didn't take too long before she beat these players as well. By 1986, Jennifer really dominated the junior tournament, beating players who were a lot older and far more experienced. By then she was training mainly with boys, since girls couldn't return her powerful serves. In 1987 she switched coaches and went to work with Rick Macci. In 1988, at age 12 Jennifer was the best American junior (up to 18). Then in 1989, Jennifer had won 2 junior Grand Slams and was ranked 2nd in the ITF 18 and under rankings. One year later, in 1990 Jennifer turned pro. At her very first pro event she reached the finals, only losing to Gabriela Sabatini. Well, the rest is history.

Apr 7th, 2002, 11:29 PM
Great articles VBN!!

Apr 8th, 2002, 01:11 PM
yes, BUT PINK?!?!?

Apr 8th, 2002, 01:14 PM
Let´s break the record :D :D :D

Apr 8th, 2002, 01:15 PM
Sorry kazzmazz for the misunderstanding ;) :wavey:

Apr 8th, 2002, 01:16 PM
Why are so few Jenny fans online?:( :confused:
I am sure thera are a lot more than others....;) :bounce: :D :cool:

Apr 8th, 2002, 01:17 PM
I just have the feeling they don´t know about this site. :rolleyes:

Apr 8th, 2002, 01:18 PM
with each post were breaking the record.....

:wavey: oizo

Apr 8th, 2002, 05:46 PM
Thanks for posting up all the articles VBN. They kinda remind me how much Jen has been through and makes her story all the more remarkable! She seems more human than ever after reading them.

Apr 15th, 2002, 01:34 PM
thanks for the articles VBN. :kiss:

Apr 15th, 2002, 01:34 PM

Apr 15th, 2002, 01:35 PM
the pink grip was in at that time ;)

Apr 15th, 2002, 01:36 PM
nowadays she won't play with a pink one anymore... I guess...

Apr 15th, 2002, 03:41 PM
:wavey: everybody

Apr 15th, 2002, 03:43 PM

cappy happy
Apr 15th, 2002, 03:45 PM
Pink somehow doesn’t seem all that fitting, does it? But h*ll, she could wear that swan dress Bjork wore to the Academy Awards last year and I don't think anyone in Jenn’s Den would care….

Apr 15th, 2002, 03:58 PM
pink is too.... pink....

Apr 15th, 2002, 06:04 PM
Originally posted by cappy happy
Pink somehow doesn’t seem all that fitting, does it? But h*ll, she could wear that swan dress Bjork wore to the Academy Awards last year and I don't think anyone in Jenn’s Den would care….

LOL, that swan outfit was funny! I found it creative


Apr 16th, 2002, 07:51 AM
:wavey: @ Insanity

Apr 16th, 2002, 07:51 AM
We will break the records :D :D :D

Apr 16th, 2002, 07:52 AM
:bounce: :bounce: :bounce:

May 13th, 2002, 07:09 PM
Oh the old days, when we did not even have 1000!!!!!!!!!!!The fans are out in force! Good to see all of you here..........................

GO CAPPA! :cool:

May 14th, 2002, 07:39 AM
We have the power ;) :wavey:
but not the dark one :cool:

May 14th, 2002, 05:21 PM
Originally posted by paigery
Oh the old days, when we did not even have 1000!!!!!!!!!!!The fans are out in force! Good to see all of you here..........................

GO CAPPA! :cool:

good to seee you all, too!

May 15th, 2002, 09:55 PM
May the force be with us! :D