If there’s one thing Andre Agassi wants you to know about the game of tennis, it’s that he hates it. That is the takeaway from his new autobiography, Open, where he states on page one and throughout the book how much he loathes the game. His animosity for the sport comes as no surprise given his early immersion in it. His maniac of a father—Mike Agassi, a former boxer from Iran who brandishes a gun in road-rage moments—subjects the young Agassi to an inhuman twenty-five hundred balls a day, fired from a customized cannon. Later, in his early teens, the future pro is shipped off to the rigorous