Bethanie Mattek-Sands | About
This is the section where I get to talk all about me, myself, and l—Bethanie Mattek-Sands—and absolutely everything that’s happened to me… my whole….entire life. Before you scroll down to see how long this bio really is, I’d like to mention that most of the people close to me think I’m pretty entertaining. Or (at the very least) will start laughing once I start laughing. Yes, my sweet little giggle is both infectious and used as a locator beacon throughout tournament venues. That being said, let’s rewind and start with little Bethanie.
I was born on a cold, blustery spring day in Rochester, Minnesota on the 23rd of March in 1985. Really all you need to remember about that is a.) I like presents on my birthday, b.) I’ll have to explain why I’m a Green Bay Packer fan and, c.) I am (very accurately) an Aries. Which, let’s be honest, is the best sign of the whole calendar.
My Dad, Tim, put a racquet in my hand when I was five years old and, in his words, I “nearly knocked him over” with my first few shots.
Growing up, I played pretty much any sport I could—that included everything from lawn croquet and Kaboosh (an extremely competitive version of Don’t Let the Balloon Hit the Ground) to basketball and badminton.
I’ve always had a competitive streak, too. I have a vivid memory of getting pissed at school because I got picked 2nd for the soccer team at recess. The boys ended up apologizing to me after I threw a fit and scored a hat trick. Balance restored.
I’m pretty sure my Dad had the best kept secret to my quick hands and reflex volleys. All those hours spent playing Velcro Ball in the driveway definitely sharpened my skills at the net. Rocky helped me with some of those skills early on too. Rocky was our golden retriever that would patiently wait for me to sail a tennis ball over the roof when I would be hitting ground strokes against the garage door. Now before you start thinking my life revolved around sports exclusively, I will mention I did play piano… not willingly, but I stuck with it for a few years. Ok, ok. The only reason I continued playing was because I was ahead of my sister in the lesson books (and therefore “better” then her). Once I realized she was going to take her musical aspirations to the next level, I told myself I could let her have this one thing.