The Weight of Greatness
The text came at 6:17 AM on a Tuesday. Michael: Three championships in a row. That's a dynasty. But dynasties don't last forever. Alvin stared at the screen. His heart was heavy. His mind was racing. Michael is right. Dynasties don't last forever. But I'm not ready to let go yet. He got dressed and walked to the gym. The building was quiet. The players were gone. The season was over. But the work wasn't. His phone buzzed. Michael: You awake? Alvin: Yeah. Michael: Same time? Alvin: The Cage. Don't be late. --- The Cage was the same as always. Cracked asphalt. Rusted rims. Chain-link fence. Motion sensor lights that flickered weakly. Michael was already there, a bag of basketballs at his feet. "You're early," Alvin said. "So are you." "How's State?" "Good. We're getting clo
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