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evening.
i'm gonna get str8 to the point:
it’s you, the ball, and the hoop.
you think you’re supposed to pass it around? fuck no.
this ain’t about being liked, and it sure as fuck ain’t about making everyone else’s dreams come true. you’ve got one possession, and you better be selfish as fuck with it.
take the shot. every goddamn time. you miss? who the fuck cares? at least you took it. passing the ball is just giving someone else the chance to fuck it up for you.
this is your game, dumbass. your stats. your legacy.
you’re here to put up 50 points, not to be someone else’s assist stat. assists are for people too pussy to be the main character.
that isn't you, is it?
you're the whole fucking movie, start to finish, are you not?
let them call you a ball hog. let them whine that you don’t pass. people love to bitch when they’re not the one putting up numbers. let them. your job isn’t to make them happy. dominate that shit. you think michael jordan cared about being liked on the court? kobe? fuck no. they were killers. you think life’s any different? every second you hesitate, every time you pass, someone else is taking the shot you should’ve taken. every time you doubt, someone’s dunking on your sorry ass. not today. not ever.
this applies to everything. that job you want? take that shit. that idea you’ve got? run with it. that risk? bet on your fucking self. people will say, “oh, but what about the team?”
nigga, fuck the team.
the “team” is full of people too pussy to take control. they’re looking for a leader, or worse, a scapegoat when shit falls apart.
don’t be their crutch. be their reason for envy.
you know what’s worse than failing?
not even trying because you were too worried about what some nobody on the sidelines might think.
no one remembers the guy who passes all game.
they remember the one who scores, who wins, who owns the court.
you’re not here to be everyone’s favorite.
be unforgettable.
don't make life about how many friends you make or how much credit you share.
make it about how much you fucking own.
don’t look back, don’t apologize, and sure as shit don’t pass the ball.
50 points, 0 assists.
every damn day.
BALLHOG