Daddy used to go and visit St. John's tennis team

before I went there and he always had something to say about Mary Carillo. Evidently, she had something radiant about her, even then. Now that Wimbledon is under way, when I see her, I hear his voice. Warning me about the team to come. Telling me who was who and what was what. That girl is going places, he said. He knew how to pick em. It is so cute to see her getting comfortable on the camera and being the broadcast tennis person that we go to. She never seems more comfortable than she is this year. Her posture is come into its own and her language is fluid and real. I just enjoy watching her give her seasoned opinions of the game. I know she's a great player. But, mostly, I remember dad holding her in front of me as the one to watch. He was right as rain!