Dressing like me in 1988 means wearing denim shorts. They’re my signature. They’re synonymous
with me, mentioned in every article and profile. Oddly, I didn’t choose to wear them;
they chose me. It was 1987, in Portland, Oregon. I was playing the Nike International Challenge
and Nike reps invited me up to a hotel suite to show me the latest demos and clothing
samples. McEnroe was there, and of course he was given first choice. He held up a pair of
denim shorts and said, What the **** are these?
My eyes got big. I licked my lips and thought, Whoa. Those are cool. If you don’t want
those, Mac, I’ve got dibs.