I know everyone’s been talking about Andre Agassi’s meth addiction while playing tennis, but how come no one has been talking about his power mullet in the early 90s actually being a wig?
Crazy, just crazy. I mean the wig, not Agassi on meth. Which, I suppose is just as crazy. But man I loved that dude’s hair. It was so zeitgeisty. So indicative of his “rebel” image.
“I asked myself: you want to wear a toupee? On the tennis court? I answered myself; what else could I do?” But the wig began to disintegrate as he took a shower the night before the Paris final — “probably I used the wrong hair rinse,” Agassi writes. He panicked and called his brother Philly into the room. Together, they managed to clamp the wig together using clips and pins.
Agassi, 39, writes: “Of course I could have played without my hairpiece, but what would all the journalists have written if they knew that all the time I was really wearing a wig? During the warming-up training before play I prayed. Not for victory, but that my hairpiece would not fall off. With each leap, I imagine it falling into the sand. I imagine millions of spectators move closer to their TV sets, their eyes widening and, in dozens of dialects and languages, ask how Andre Agassi’s hair has fallen from his head.”