The Dallas Mavericks G.O.A.T. Dirk Nowitzki walked onto the practice court. He was still young, but in this business, he was old. Very old. Every year more young men came for his job. For two decades he held them at bay, kept them at arm’s length. But now he knew it wouldn’t take long.
The sound of balls dribbling echoed off the walls of the practice facility. He watched those around him and listened to the sounds of basketball, the game that made him and gave him everything. This was his sanctuary, his church, and his cathedral.