Two years ago last month, I was in Miami, watching my family name ascend into the rafters. That day, I felt something I’d never felt before. Not glory, exactly, since I’d felt that when we won NBA championships, but a new kind of recognition, a recognition that I was a contributor to the game I had dedicated myself to since I was a boy, shooting jumpers in the park with my Dad.
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