Close your eyes. Picture an intense Kevin Garnett, with laser eyes and a mean mug, walking into an arena on gameday. He emerges from the tunnel in his baggy Celtics warmups and his head down as if he was staring right through the floor. He bangs his head against the mat under the hoop and furiously pounds his chest. It's time for KG to do work.
In between these intense preparations, envision Garnett back in the locker room grabbing a plastic bag with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in it. The bag is labeled "K. Garnett" in Sharpie as if written with love by a mother for their child to take to Middle School.