Basketball is the most beautiful sport known to man. Every nigga who can’t play is jealous of every one who can. And boy were they jealous of me. I’m tall, slim, fine, good looking, strong and fast. I can jump over your ass, dribble around you, shoot over you, dunk in your face and there ain’t shit you can do about it. Then after I win the game your woman wants to sleep with me.
It not just all that stuff though. I swear to God, there’s something magical when you are out there on the court. Basketball players are special and everybody else knows it. They just might not admit they know it.
Football players need a coach or a quarterback to call the plays. Besides any fat bastard can do what they do. Baseball teams rely on a pitcher and the manager to run the show - the slowest show on earth. But basketball, man basket ball is 3 or 4 or 5 guys totally in sync, dedicated to one cause, playing with one ultimate purpose. Basketball is fast, it’s powerful, it’s beautiful – truly the greatest show on earth.
When it’s really on and poppin’, the entire team plays with one mind. Every man on the court can score. Every man on the court can win the game. Ever man can be a hero. At the same time, when the ball is in your hands, it’s like you’re the only man in the world. You can lose the ball. You can miss the shot. You can lose the game – all by yourself. But that’s what you live for. That’s what makes it beautiful....
It not just all that stuff though. I swear to God, there’s something magical when you are out there on the court. Basketball players are special and everybody else knows it. They just might not admit they know it.
Football players need a coach or a quarterback to call the plays. Besides any fat bastard can do what they do. Baseball teams rely on a pitcher and the manager to run the show - the slowest show on earth. But basketball, man basket ball is 3 or 4 or 5 guys totally in sync, dedicated to one cause, playing with one ultimate purpose. Basketball is fast, it’s powerful, it’s beautiful – truly the greatest show on earth.
When it’s really on and poppin’, the entire team plays with one mind. Every man on the court can score. Every man on the court can win the game. Ever man can be a hero. At the same time, when the ball is in your hands, it’s like you’re the only man in the world. You can lose the ball. You can miss the shot. You can lose the game – all by yourself. But that’s what you live for. That’s what makes it beautiful....
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