An Ode To KG
The poetry speaks for itself:
he came to me with open arms, like a hawk embracing his young,
and he fed me food out his mouth but I was starving for knowledge.
the type of knowledge that can’t be fed by hand or voice, but by heart.
so when he spoke he touched my soul, and my soul would smack me if I didn’t listen
Rashad McCants, on Kevin Garnet.
via ESPN
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