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Every time I get sick of the huge egos, even huger contracts, and the rest of the filth that is sometimes a part of pro athletes, something always happens that reminds me why I love sports.
I was watching the Olympics one year. Track & Field. A runner from a country in Africa. From some destitute area where being a world-class sprinter was his only hope of ever having anything resembling a real life. He has spent his whole life training for the next 30 seconds. Half way around the track, a tendon explodes and he collapses. Life long dream, over. But he gets up and starts gimping around the track. No chance of winning, no endorsement deals, no reason to go on except that he didn't want to end the race on his back. It's painful to watch. but he goes and goes and whe it looks like he's going toquit, his dad comes running out of the seats and grabs hima round the waist and they finish together.
I have no relationship with my dad. i thikn the crowd was going bonkers, but I'm not sure because ii was crying like a baby.
That kind of shit right there, that ability to transcend the fact that its ust a game and to become an example of human spirit, that's why I love sports.
KG is a great guy. On and off the court, everything the NBA could hope for in an MVP. He said something stupid and then he apologized. Lets just move on to Game 7.
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