Playing Sick. That Is So Hard To

I Wasn't Really A Work Conscious Type Of Person.

Maybe It’s My Own Fault. Maybe I Led You To Believe It Was Easy When It Wasn’t. Maybe I Made You Think My Highlights Started At The Free Throw Line, And Not In The Gym. Maybe I Made You Think That Every Shot I Took Was A Game Winner. That My Game Was Built On Flash, And Not Fire. Maybe It’s My Fault That You Didn’t See That Failure Gave Me Strength; That My Pain Was My Motivation. Maybe I Led You To Believe That Basketball Was A God Given Gift, And Not Something I Worked For Every Single Day Of My Life. Maybe I Destroyed The Game. Or Maybe You’re Just Making Excuses.

I've Failed Over And Over And Over Again In My Life And That Is Why I Succeed. Some People Want It To Happen, Some Wish It Would Happen, Others Make It Happen. I Can Accept Failure, Everyone Fails At Something. But I Can't Accept Not Trying.

I'd Take 12 Guys Who Had A Strong Passion For The Game Over 12 Guys Who Don't Respect The Game.

Not Every Flying Hero Has A Cape.