权倾医妃作者模样:找乔丹退役后写给篮球的信~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Dear Basketball

It's been almost 28 years since the first day we met. 28 years since I saw you
in the back of our garage. 28 years since my parents intriduced us.

If someone would have told me then, what would become of us, I'm not sure I
would have believed them. I barely remembered your name.

Then I started seeing you around the neighborhood and watching you on
television. I used to see you with guys down at the playground. But when my
older brother started paying more attention to you, I started to wonder.
Maybe you were different.

We hung out a few times. The more I got to know you, the more I liked you.
And as life would have it, when I finally got really interested in you, when
I was finally ready to get serious, left me off the varsity. You told me I
wasn't good enough.

I was crushed. I was hurt. I think I even cried.

Then I waited you more than ever. So I practiced. I hustled. I worked on my
game. Passing. Dribbling. Shooting. Thinking. I ran. I did sit-ups. I did
push-up. I did pull-ups. I lifted weights. I studied you. I began to fall in
love and you noticed. At least that's what Coach Smith said.

At the time, I wasn't sure exactly what was going on. But now I know. Coach
Smith was teaching me how to love you, how to listen to you, how to
understand you, how to respect you and how to appreciated you. Then it
happened. That rights, at the Louisiana Superdome, in the final seconds of
the championship game against Georgetown, you found me in the corner and we
danced.

Since then, you've become so much more than just a ball to me. You've become
more than just a court. More than just a hoop. More than just a pair of a
sneakers. More than just a game.

In some respects, you've become my life. My passion. My motivation. My
inspiration.

You're my biggest fan and my harshest critic. You're my dearest friend and my
strongest ally. You're my most challenging teacher and my most endearing
student. You're my ultimate teammate and my toughest competitor. You're my
passport around the world and my visa into the hearts of millions.

So much has changed since the first day we met, and to a large degree, I have
you to thank. So if you havn't heard me say it before, let me say it now for
the world to hear. Thank you, Basketball. Thank you for everything.

Thank you for all the players who came before me. Thank you for all the
players who went into battle with me. Thank you for the championships and the
rings. Thank you for the All-Star Games and the Playoffs. Thank you for the
last shots, the buzzer-beaters, the hard fouls, the victories and the
defeats. thank you for making me earn my keep. Thank you for #23. Thank you
for north Carolina and Chicago. Thank you for the air and the nickname. Thank
you for the moves and the hang time. Thank you for the Slam-Dunk Contest.
Thank you for the will and the determination, the heart and the soul, the
pride and the courage. Thank you for the competitive spirit and the
competition to challenge it. Thank you for the failures and the setbacks, the
blessings and the applause. Thank you for the triangle. Thank you for the
baseball and the Barons. Thank you for forgiving me. Thank you for the
assistant coaches, the trainers and the physical therapists. Thank you for
the announcers, the refs, the writers, the reporters, the broadcasters and
the radio stations. Thank you for the Pistons and the Lakers, the Cavs and
the Knicks, the Sixers and the Celtics. Thank you for Phoenix, Portland,
Seattle and Utah. thank you for the Wizards. Thank you for the believers and
the doubters. Thank you for Coach Smith, Coach Loughery, Coach Albeck, Coach
Collins and Coach Jackson. Thank you for the education and the experience.
Thank you for teaching me the game behind, beneath, within, above and around
the game...the game game. Thank you for every fan who has ever called my
name, put their hands together for me and my teammates, slapped me five or
patted me on the back. Thank you for everything you've given my family. Thank
you for the moon and the stars, and last but not least, thank you for Bugs
and Mars.

I know I'm notthe only one who loves you. I know you have loved many before
me and will love many after me. But, I also know what we had was unique. It
was special. So as our relationship, changes yet again, as all relationships
do, one thing is for sure.

I love you, Basketball. I love everything about you and I always will. My
playing days in the NBA are definitely over, but our relatinship will never
end.

Much Love and Respect,
Michael Jordan

--
斯托克顿说过：“比赛就是为了胜利，而不是多好看。”从另一方面理解就是，用多难看
的方法赢得胜利都行。但无论如何，他在别的方面确实非常可敬。

I am here to announce my retirement from the game of Dear Basketball

It's been almost 28 years since the first day we met. 28 years since I saw you
in the back of our garage. 28 years since my parents intriduced us.

If someone would have told me then, what would become of us, I'm not sure I
would have believed them. I barely remembered your name.

Then I started seeing you around the neighborhood and watching you on
television. I used to see you with guys down at the playground. But when my
older brother started paying more attention to you, I started to wonder.
Maybe you were different.

We hung out a few times. The more I got to know you, the more I liked you.
And as life would have it, when I finally got really interested in you, when
I was finally ready to get serious, left me off the varsity. You told me I
wasn't good enough.

I was crushed. I was hurt. I think I even cried.

Then I waited you more than ever. So I practiced. I hustled. I worked on my
game. Passing. Dribbling. Shooting. Thinking. I ran. I did sit-ups. I did
push-up. I did pull-ups. I lifted weights. I studied you. I began to fall in
love and you noticed. At least that's what Coach Smith said.

At the time, I wasn't sure exactly what was going on. But now I know. Coach
Smith was teaching me how to love you, how to listen to you, how to
understand you, how to respect you and how to appreciated you. Then it
happened. That rights, at the Louisiana Superdome, in the final seconds of
the championship game against Georgetown, you found me in the corner and we
danced.

Since then, you've become so much more than just a ball to me. You've become
more than just a court. More than just a hoop. More than just a pair of a
sneakers. More than just a game.

In some respects, you've become my life. My passion. My motivation. My
inspiration.

You're my biggest fan and my harshest critic. You're my dearest friend and my
strongest ally. You're my most challenging teacher and my most endearing
student. You're my ultimate teammate and my toughest competitor. You're my
passport around the world and my visa into the hearts of millions.

So much has changed since the first day we met, and to a large degree, I have
you to thank. So if you havn't heard me say it before, let me say it now for
the world to hear. Thank you, Basketball. Thank you for everything.

Thank you for all the players who came before me. Thank you for all the
players who went into battle with me. Thank you for the championships and the
rings. Thank you for the All-Star Games and the Playoffs. Thank you for the
last shots, the buzzer-beaters, the hard fouls, the victories and the
defeats. thank you for making me earn my keep. Thank you for #23. Thank you
for north Carolina and Chicago. Thank you for the air and the nickname. Thank
you for the moves and the hang time. Thank you for the Slam-Dunk Contest.
Thank you for the will and the determination, the heart and the soul, the
pride and the courage. Thank you for the competitive spirit and the
competition to challenge it. Thank you for the failures and the setbacks, the
blessings and the applause. Thank you for the triangle. Thank you for the
baseball and the Barons. Thank you for forgiving me. Thank you for the
assistant coaches, the trainers and the physical therapists. Thank you for
the announcers, the refs, the writers, the reporters, the broadcasters and
the radio stations. Thank you for the Pistons and the Lakers, the Cavs and
the Knicks, the Sixers and the Celtics. Thank you for Phoenix, Portland,
Seattle and Utah. thank you for the Wizards. Thank you for the believers and
the doubters. Thank you for Coach Smith, Coach Loughery, Coach Albeck, Coach
Collins and Coach Jackson. Thank you for the education and the experience.
Thank you for teaching me the game behind, beneath, within, above and around
the game...the game game. Thank you for every fan who has ever called my
name, put their hands together for me and my teammates, slapped me five or
patted me on the back. Thank you for everything you've given my family. Thank
you for the moon and the stars, and last but not least, thank you for Bugs
and Mars.

I know I'm notthe only one who loves you. I know you have loved many before
me and will love many after me. But, I also know what we had was unique. It
was special. So as our relationship, changes yet again, as all relationships
do, one thing is for sure.

I love you, Basketball. I love everything about you and I always will. My
playing days in the NBA are definitely over, but our relatinship will never
end.

Much Love and Respect,
Michael Jordan

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Dear Basketball

It's been almost 28 years since the first day we met. 28 years since I saw you
in the back of our garage. 28 years since my parents intriduced us.

If someone would have told me then, what would become of us, I'm not sure I
would have believed them. I barely remembered your name.

Then I started seeing you around the neighborhood and watching you on
television. I used to see you with guys down at the playground. But when my
older brother started paying more attention to you, I started to wonder.
Maybe you were different.

We hung out a few times. The more I got to know you, the more I liked you.
And as life would have it, when I finally got really interested in you, when
I was finally ready to get serious, left me off the varsity. You told me I
wasn't good enough.

I was crushed. I was hurt. I think I even cried.

Then I waited you more than ever. So I practiced. I hustled. I worked on my
game. Passing. Dribbling. Shooting. Thinking. I ran. I did sit-ups. I did
push-up. I did pull-ups. I lifted weights. I studied you. I began to fall in
love and you noticed. At least that's what Coach Smith said.

At the time, I wasn't sure exactly what was going on. But now I know. Coach
Smith was teaching me how to love you, how to listen to you, how to
understand you, how to respect you and how to appreciated you. Then it
happened. That rights, at the Louisiana Superdome, in the final seconds of
the championship game against Georgetown, you found me in the corner and we
danced.

Since then, you've become so much more than just a ball to me. You've become
more than just a court. More than just a hoop. More than just a pair of a
sneakers. More than just a game.

In some respects, you've become my life. My passion. My motivation. My
inspiration.

You're my biggest fan and my harshest critic. You're my dearest friend and my
strongest ally. You're my most challenging teacher and my most endearing
student. You're my ultimate teammate and my toughest competitor. You're my
passport around the world and my visa into the hearts of millions.

So much has changed since the first day we met, and to a large degree, I have
you to thank. So if you havn't heard me say it before, let me say it now for
the world to hear. Thank you, Basketball. Thank you for everything.

Thank you for all the players who came before me. Thank you for all the
players who went into battle with me. Thank you for the championships and the
rings. Thank you for the All-Star Games and the Playoffs. Thank you for the
last shots, the buzzer-beaters, the hard fouls, the victories and the
defeats. thank you for making me earn my keep. Thank you for #23. Thank you
for north Carolina and Chicago. Thank you for the air and the nickname. Thank
you for the moves and the hang time. Thank you for the Slam-Dunk Contest.
Thank you for the will and the determination, the heart and the soul, the
pride and the courage. Thank you for the competitive spirit and the
competition to challenge it. Thank you for the failures and the setbacks, the
blessings and the applause. Thank you for the triangle. Thank you for the
baseball and the Barons. Thank you for forgiving me. Thank you for the
assistant coaches, the trainers and the physical therapists. Thank you for
the announcers, the refs, the writers, the reporters, the broadcasters and
the radio stations. Thank you for the Pistons and the Lakers, the Cavs and
the Knicks, the Sixers and the Celtics. Thank you for Phoenix, Portland,
Seattle and Utah. thank you for the Wizards. Thank you for the believers and
the doubters. Thank you for Coach Smith, Coach Loughery, Coach Albeck, Coach
Collins and Coach Jackson. Thank you for the education and the experience.
Thank you for teaching me the game behind, beneath, within, above and around
the game...the game game. Thank you for every fan who has ever called my
name, put their hands together for me and my teammates, slapped me five or
patted me on the back. Thank you for everything you've given my family. Thank
you for the moon and the stars, and last but not least, thank you for Bugs
and Mars.

I know I'm notthe only one who loves you. I know you have loved many before
me and will love many after me. But, I also know what we had was unique. It
was special. So as our relationship, changes yet again, as all relationships
do, one thing is for sure.

I love you, Basketball. I love everything about you and I always will. My
playing days in the NBA are definitely over, but our relatinship will never
end.

Much Love and Respect,
Michael Jordan