Murphy Jensen calls it his jumping-off point. “I had maybe a day to live,” he says. “If that.”
Sequestered in a hotel on L.A.’s Sunset Strip weeks after a first-round loss at the 1999 US Open, Jensen was drinking and using drugs to excess.
It was painfully clear that he needed help. Instead of calling the cops, the hotel manager called an interventionist, and so began the first step in Jensen’s long, winding journey to sobriety.
Jensen’s story begins a long way from the lights of Hollywood. Raised in rural Michigan, he first laid eyes on a tennis net as it was being used to help corral salmon in the Pere Marquette River.
Soon he learned the game itself. Jensen’s father, Howard, a former NFL player, teacher and high-school tennis coach, taught him and his older brother, Luke, using instruction material from TENNIS Magazine. The siblings naturally took to the sport and were sweeping local titles before they turned 10.
As a teenager, Murphy loved spending time on court with his brother just as much as he loved competing. A year after becoming the top American junior in singles and doubles, Luke headed to USC. Two years later, Murphy followed. It was there that Murphy joined a fraternity and first tasted the party lifestyle.
After college, Murphy hit the ATP tour to pursue a career alongside his brother. For the typical tennis fan, his style—complete with a backwards hat, Oakleys and baggy, mismatched clothes—was startling. Luke was equally eye-catching with his shoulder-length hair and signature bandana. Grunge Tennis, the headlines declared.
“My dad said that sports were ente-rtainment,” Murphy says. “He never cared about the score. He cared about the fight. Are you willing to outfight this guy? We were willing to do that.”
When the Jensens entered Roland Garros in 1993, it was the ultimate chance to put their performance art on display. The unseeded duo proceeded to shock the tennis world by brazenly barreling through the draw and winning the title. Even at 24 years old, Murphy knew his life had changed forever.