Exhaustion is beating me like a drum but when I think about Saturday night, my throat gets tight and the reserves I’ve got left do something like thrum. If you told me a year ago I’d be going to the Dunk Contest, sitting 2 rows behind the All-Star stage, blood roaring up to meet everyone else’s in that arena shouting, screaming, after every dunk made, I wouldn’t even have known how to picture it. But I’ll try to lay out what it was like.
Rough glee, steady trust
Rough glee, steady trust
Rough glee, steady trust
Exhaustion is beating me like a drum but when I think about Saturday night, my throat gets tight and the reserves I’ve got left do something like thrum. If you told me a year ago I’d be going to the Dunk Contest, sitting 2 rows behind the All-Star stage, blood roaring up to meet everyone else’s in that arena shouting, screaming, after every dunk made, I wouldn’t even have known how to picture it. But I’ll try to lay out what it was like.