When he was a kid, he had a Lakers dream of winning a shot at the Great Western Forum many years later. So he put on his father's stockings, headed for the trash can in the corner, pretended to attack for 5 seconds, and held the ball in his hand, 5. 4.3.2.1... That's like a hero.
If there is a shortcut to success, it must be the appearance of Los Angeles at four o'clock in the morning. On that day he decided to bring his talent to the NBA, and that innocence, that untamed persistence, and that tireless diligence made fans around the world remember him. He's nothing out of the ordinary, he just loves basketball more than they do.
In any case, he still couldn't resist the traces of time, he seemed to be old, he fell down, it took a long time before he stood up, gritted his teeth and finished the ball and staggered off the field, he choked, never seen a hero so childlike. The only constant thing about him is his love of basketball, he's been back on the court for a long time, he's still running on the court, he's still trying to grab every floor ball, he's still trying to get those balls, but he's never called the wind and rain like before, changed the game. He was indeed old, he smiled impatiently, and he accepted it calmly.
Never thought he would leave the arena one day. Finally waiting for the words: "I decided to retire", it seemed to see the same him again, he still loved basketball, but his body realized that it was time to say goodbye, so he took the talent away again.
One day God made a joke with us, and in the midst of a peace He walked away and said goodbye to us once and for all, and it was so sudden. I think this was probably God's biggest robbery, maybe God was jealous of him, maybe he liked him, so God took him away.
I think heaven should be like a basketball court, and he's still running endlessly like a kid, imagining the winning shot in the Stride Center, looking at the timer, and 5 seconds 5.4.3.2.1..., that look like a fighter.
