I want to go out of this world like the Wichita St Shockers lost to the University of Kentucky Wildcats yesterday in the NCAA tournament.
I want my last shot to be potentially the one I’ll be remembered for –if it goes in.
And all I ask for is three seconds and one good look at the basket.
And I only want there to be 0.2 seconds left before I realize it’s… all over.
And I want to leave the floor knowing I did everything I could have done during the time I was in the game
And that I exceeded all expectations–not out of good fortune– but because I played with the heart of a champion and never gave up
And that I played pursuing what I believed was my destiny
And I want my loss to be remembered somehow as Kentucky’s gain.
I only ask that I not be in St Louis when it happens.
And that where I am going is someplace much better than Indianapolis.