There are 40 minutes of basketball left, 2400 seconds between immortalization and a lifetime of regrets. Validation for everything you’ve worked for, every practice you’ve ever attended, and every wind sprint you’ve ever run, is very near. You’ve been hated and disrespected for an entire year. “A boy among giants” they said. Too young, too old, too soft, not capable of greatness, anything and everything has been said about you, to insult you, to discredit you and all you’ve done. 40 minutes stand between you and an immortal stamp in history. Fight the good fight, outlast the enemy and stand up in the end. Greatness is in the palm of your hand. Grab it, and hold on for 40 minutes. And then stand up to be counted among the elite, the great ones of the greatest game. And if ever there was a point to pay tribute to your own Knute Rockney, this is it. So go out, seize the day, and win one for the gipper