I don't know, I guess 2012, I was
Dunk Champion. I went to the stadium the following day, with my swagger and all
- then Yusupha AKA "Yankee 66" came from foreign, his calves and
physique overwhelmingly evident that he was playing ball all the time. And
folks said I should take him on freestyle, like: "hai MJ bul ragal. You're
still the champ. We just want y'all to entertain the crowd." I said:
"No, go play music fi di crowd, they'll be entertained. Mahn ken du
hejemal suma victoire." (Ain't nobody's gonna soil my victory).
In fact, that was the day I
retired. Today, even though there are kids doing amazing things at the hoop, my
cred as one of the best is still intact. That's what's up! The best time to
retire is when everyone likes your thing... wait, another thing: there's real
talent and there's fluke, and knowing the difference matters because if yours
is but a onetime wonder, and you're already propelled to fame by it, claiming
knack or inflating the ego like you got all that in you can be dangerous - you
may not be as fortunate when caused to repeat it. Ask sincere career-flops,
they'll confirm this.
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