Where, oh, where has time gone?
I remember growing up, playing basketball in my friend Cory’s front yard. We would pick players to be while we faced imaginary opponents (I’m sure the neighbors had their questions).
If I remember right, we were seven or eight at the time. He was generally always Tom Gugliotta (he had the jersey) while I was Stephon Marbury or Anthony Peeler (I even pretended I was lefty when heaving up 3-pointers).
You’re asking the obvious question. Why weren’t any of us Kevin Garnett? I think we were both afraid, to be honest.