Earvin Johnson the Magic of Basketball(在线收听) |
Earvin Johnson the Magic of Basketball Orlando, Florida, it's late in the fourth quarter of the 1)1992 All Star game. I can't believe I'm here. Just three months ago I learned I had the HIV virus. As soon as I heard the news I stopped playing basketball. When I announced my retirement on November 7 I never even imagined that I would be able to play today. When it became possible, some people were convinced that I wouldn't or that I shouldn't. But the crowd is with me, they're cheering me on, my teammates are making me feel welcome. I haven't played in a real game all year so I am relieved to see that I haven't lost a step, and I'm loving it, every minute every play, my heart is pounding. I don't want it to end. The game is almost over now, I've just hit a pair of three pointers and I'm feeling great. Now Isiah Thomas is bring the ball up the court to the 2)East. Isiah's my friend and I can see what he's thinking. Man I shouldn't let you make that last one. He wants to score me, I just know it, I got to shut him down. One of his teammates is in the way I wave him aside. I want it to be just Isiah and me one more time. Suddenly the other eight guys on the court start to melt away and it's just the two of us, Isiah and me, back on the playground. There's nobody else around, before you get the reputation of being really good, you got to go through everybody one on one and show them your best stuff. The crowd is going crazy. They're loving it, these two warriors, old friends and tough rivals are going at it again. Now Isiah starts 3)dribbling, the way he always does getting fancy now between the legs behind the back I wave him toward me. "Come on," I'm telling him, "Quite stalling, you gonna make your move or what?" Finally he takes a jump shot, misses everything, the defense is too tight, loud cheers from the crowd. Here comes Michael Jordan bringing up the ball, he's grinning, I want him to. Again I clear everybody out of the way, the crowd is screaming. They love this, I love it too. I'm waiting for Michael to drive to the basket, to fly up with one of his incredible super 4)dunks, but I'm playing him tight and he surprises me, pulls up short for the jumper, 5)clang off the 6)rim, more noise from the crowd. People ask if these little battles are rehearsed, sorry I'm not that smart, who could have thought this up. With 30 seconds left in the game I get the ball one last time, I'm about to drive for a lay-up but Isiah's all over me. I toy with him a little, same as he did with me. Now I step back behind the three-point line and throw up a long rainbow. I'm falling back so I have to shoot it a little higher and a little harder than usual, feels good to me and yes swish, another one. The fans are roaring, everybody is stunned, three three-point shots in a row and this last one was from the next county, who says I can't still play this game? Fourteen seconds left but nobody picks up the ball, suddenly I'm surrounded 7)mobbed by all the All Stars on both teams, they're showing me their affection, their support and I'm holding back the tears. I don't think I ever felt more 8)exhilarated than I am right now or more loved. Those three-pointers were great, but this incredible ending is the best moment of all...game called on account of hugs. 注释:
佛罗里达州,奥兰多市,1992年全明星赛第四节末段。 |
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