I’ve got a confession: I am completely, 100% obsessed with Larry Bird: A basketball Legend. I could watch it on loop all day long. It starts off with these words:
“If you were to create the perfect basketball fable, it might begin in a small town in Indiana, where young boys grow up with a ball in their hands, a basket out back, and dreams of glory in their hearts. And there would be one boy who would continue to practice long after the others had gone home, and in those lonely hours as he honed his skills he would find the essence of the game, and in many ways, of himself.
“He would play with a passion of the underdog, the purity of tradition, and a vision that was his alone. He would touch the hearts of all those who watched him play and leave behind a sense of wonder, and a legend.”
I get goosebumps at those words. I really do.
Larry Bird, folks. The man, the myth, the Legend.
P.S. – On the first play in that batch of highlights, Bird shoots a one-footed runner from three-point range and the announcer said, “He gets a good shot.” THAT’S how good Bird was. A one-footed runner from the arc was a good shot.