You flew.
You soared.
You glided.
You didn't really play
defense, but that's
kind of okay.
kind of okay.
But hey,
at least,
at least,
you valued
your education.
You didn't
win all
that much
either.
Even though
you played with
your cousin,
a kid and
Corey Booker's doppelgänger,
an actual
velociraptor,
a giant man-child,
and
David's only fan,
but I guess he was still probably a little hungover.
But wait...
Tracy was a child,
Chris justcouldn't
help you,
Jermaine
wasn't your assignment,
that man-child
turned into
a pouty baby,
that man-child
turned into
a pouty baby,
and your knees
were gone soon
after.
Wait, you're doing
what?
You're how
old?
Where's Mamba?
Where's Ray?
And the Answer?
And the Truth?
Where's
little cousin Tracy?
How about
the Big Ticket?
And you're
doing
You still fly.
You still soar.
You still glide.
Maybe not
as high
or
as far.
Sure, your
best moments
were when
no one guarded you.
Sure,
the Finals
were right
there if you
got 22 and not 20.
But you kept
us
on the edge of our
seats.
That's all we
need.
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