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I constantly maintain that I really have no idea (a) what I will do when my days of being a sports strumpet are over and, more important, (b) when said eventuality will occur.I would wager that few athletes truly choose when they will end their respective careers. When the dust and Ben-Gay clears, we are no different than the weekend warrior who, forgetting that his muscles are no longer trained for stretching a double into a triple, blows an Achilles trying to slide into third. We are competitive and stubborn, two qualities helpful in our quest to become at least better than average, but are also characteristics which usually do not lead to a peaceful retirement at the top of one's game.
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It would seem easy to mock Pope's career. He has not been a star since his playing days at Kentucky ended. His own coach once said, "He's not a great player, but he's a guy that helps your team exist." High praise.But, let us not forget that, regardless of his exact standing within his peer group, it could easily be said that Pope is among the best 1,000 basketball players in the world. The math is not difficult. There are approximately 450 players in the NBA per year. Pope has proven that he is certainly a qualified NBA player. Even if we allow that there are somehow another 500 players in the world as good, scattered as they might be in remote outposts of European basketball or Tibetan mountainsides, we would still be safe in our conclusion. Think about that for a second. There are, give or take, six billion humans on the Earth. How many people will ever exist among the top .0000167 percent of the world's population ... at anything? In fact, it is a sobering thought. How does one walk away from a field at which he is that able?
I admire Pope's decision immensely. He must be an enlightened human being (and I say that without a lick of sarcasm).
|Pope's NBA tally: 153 games, 285 points, ton of respect.|
In a way, each year I play makes it more unlikely that the next year will be the last. (As long as that year does not involve a trip to Russia or the emergency room. Those years tend to hasten the retirement process.) We professional basketball players are like aging strippers. We tell ourselves that we will do it until we have set aside a few extra dollars for the unknown future but, before we realize what has happened, we are addicted to the cheers and the fast-paced life.
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As I get older, I do begin to realize what drives me -- at least with regard to basketball.(Here's me as a philosopher. Dangerous water ahead.) It's sex. I love groupies. What can I say? Not really, although I do think that could be a valid motivation ... for a caveman. Actually, and I realize just how hokey and lame this will sound, but improvement keeps me going. When my basketball career is over, no one around me is going to remember whether I played one, three or eight years in the NBA, or if I averaged six points or 26 points for a team in Guatemala, or even whether I was any good or not. But I will. More importantly, I will know, when I am lying on my deathbed, whether I gave up too soon. Right now, I can tell that I can get better -- and that's what drives me. I know that I have not reached my threshold of ability, and it haunts me to some degree.
My career could be cut short by a car accident, the perfect girl or a freak run-in with my garbage disposal. But if it doesn't, then I'll keep playing until I realize that I can't get any better. That could happen next month, next year or next decade -- I don't know. I just hope that when it does, I can be as decisive as Mark Pope and move on with a clear conscience.Paul Shirley has played for 11 pro basketball teams, including three NBA teams -- the Chicago Bulls, the Atlanta Hawks and the Phoenix Suns. His journal will appear regularly at ESPN.com. To e-mail Paul, click here.