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dear basketball from the moment I
started rolling my dad's tube socks and
shooting imaginary game-winning shots in
the Great Western forum I knew one thing
was real I fell in love with you I love
so deep I gave you my all from a mind
and body to my spirit and soul
as a six-year-old boy deeply in love
with you I never saw at the end of the
tunnel
I only saw myself running out of one and
so I ran I ran up and down every Court
after every loose ball for you
you asked for my hustle I gave you my
heart because it came with so much more
I played through the sweat and hurt not
because challenge called me but because
you call me I did everything for you
because that's what you do when someone
makes you feel as alive as you made me
feel with the 30 pitch withdrawal and
Hornet collect collate Ryan from Lower
Merion High School
you gave a six-year-old boy his Laker
straight and I'll always love you for it
but I can't love you obsessively for
much longer this season is all I have
left to give my heart can take the
pounding my mind can handle the grind
but my body knows it's time to say
goodbye and that's okay I'm ready to let
go I want you to know now so we both can
see for every moment they have left
together for good and the bad we have
given each other all that we have
immortality for the old nine Los Angeles
Lakers and he's a purple and gold
coronation Kobe Bryant to me is the best
basketball play
the greatest plan to have
that's done it for all wearing purple
they go
Michael's got six become he's gone fine
thank you very much require we've
everything is the best player in the
game I wanted to be just like you know
he's out my Jordan original massive
screw just rushing when combined with
the best player
at the end of the date who rolled down
as the greatest basketball player
fattest devil
is the closest thing to Michael Jordan
since Michael Jordan
I scored in the
the 2008
- time
a sec sex card from our baby
and we both know or no matter what I do
next I'll always be that kid with the
rolled-up socks garbage can in the
corner five seconds on the clock
ball in my hand five four three two one
heroes come and go but legends are
forever
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