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Letter To My Younger Self | By Damon Stoudamire
This had me dying:

Letter To My Younger Self | By Damon Stoudamire
This had me dying:
You think the dudes at the rec center talk trash?
Wait until you hear how this dude (Gary) Payton talks. Not just when he hits a big shot. He talks all game. He talks in the warmup. He’s still talking as he’s walking off the court. This dude would follow you to the parking lot if he could.
He’ll go at anyone. He’ll go at Scottie Pippen. One time you’ll be playing Gary in Portland, and he’ll be in Pippen’s ear.
“You ain’t nothin’ anymore, Scottie. Where’s Mike? Where’s Mike at? I ain’t scared of you now, Scottie.”
Mind you, Scottie will have six NBA titles at this point. Gary will have none. And he won’t care.
“Hey, Scottie! You know what, man? You ain’t top 50 of all time. You want me to show you my list? I had you at 51, Scottie. I had you at 51. I had Dominique ahead of you. You’re 51, Scottie.”
This is the level of trash talk you’re up against now. Don’t even open your mouth. If Gary’s going to do Scottie like that, he’ll send you to therapy.
