Taylor Fritz and Frances Tiafoe were on an airplane a few years ago. Fritz nudged Tiafoe, breaking the early morning haze. 'Bro," he said, "I think me and you are going to be the No. 1, 2 Americans, leading the way."
Tiafoe wasn't exactly gung-ho, blame it on the time of day, but he was game. "Dang, dude, it's 6 a.m I'm pretty tired," he said, "but let's do it. Why not?"