精选优质文档-倾情为你奉上Dear basketballBryant for the winning. Dear basketball. From the moment I started rolling my dads tube socks. And shooting imaginary Game-winning shot in the Great Western Forum. I knew one thing was real: I fell in love with you. A love so deep I gave you my all. From my mind and body. To my spirit and soul. As a six-year-old boy. Deeply in love with you. I never saw the end of the tunnel. I only saw myself. Running out of one. And so I ran. I ran up and down every court.
