Open Love Letter to Basketball 乔丹致篮球的告白书.docVIP

Open Love Letter to Basketball 乔丹致篮球的告白书 　　Dear Basketball， 　　Its been almost 28 years since the first day we met. 28 years since I saw you in the back of our garage. 28 years since my parents introduced us. 　　If someone would have told me then， what would become of1） us， Im not sure I would have believed them. I barely remembered your name. 　　Then I started seeing you around the neighborhood and watching you on television. I used to see you with guys down at the playground. But when my older brother started paying more attention to you， I started to wonder. Maybe you were different. 　　We hung out a few times. The more I got to know you， the more I liked you. And as life would have it， when I finally got really interested in you， when I was finally ready to get serious， you left me off the varsity2）. You told me I wasnt good enough. 　　I was crushed. I was hurt. I think I even cried. 　　Then I wanted you more than ever. So I practiced. I hustled3）. I worked on my game. Passing. Dribbling4）. Shooting. Thinking. I ran. I did sit-ups. I did push-ups. I did pull-ups. I lifted weights. I studied you. I began to fall in love and you noticed. At least thats what Coach Smith5） said. 　　At the time， I wasnt sure exactly what was going on. But now I know. Coach Smith was teaching me how to love you， how to listen to you， how to understand you， how to respect you and how to appreciate you. Then it happened. That night， at the Louisiana Superdome in the final seconds of the championship game against Georgetown， you found me in the corner and we danced6）. 　　Since then， youve become much more than just a ball to me. Youve become more than just a court7）. More than just a hoop8）. More than just a pair of sneakers. More than just a game. 　　In some respects， youve become my life. My passion. My motivation. My inspiration. 　　Youre my biggest fan and my harshest9） critic. Youre my dearest friend and my strongest ally. Youre my most challenging teacher and my most endearing