So, with dreams of being a possible lottery pick, or at least going as high as Chauncey Billups, I declared myself eligible for the draft. Obviously, I didn't hit the big time. I didn't get picked until the late second round, so I told my agent that I didn't want to play any more. That's how I got here. All because of the NBA's policy of only allowing the best players to play.
Life is so unfair.
It turns out that even the organized sports that boys and girls can play while growing can be psychologically damaging. That sucks, and I'll tell you why. I played as many sports as anybody when I was a little kid, and some of them were very organized. In this one sport, called Tee-Ball, I had to wear a uniform and everything. Worst of all, I was on the Cleveland Indians.