Chapter 1032 - 333: Michael, here I come (requesting monthly tickets!)_2
Camby was teasing about the iconic moment when Mutombo said something and was immediately dunked on by Roger.
"Seriously Marcus, why haven’t you left yet?" Mutombo wasn’t angry; he just sat down and started changing into casual clothes, never minding when teammates made fun of him.
Sitting on the chair, Camby leaned forward with his hands on his knees, "Dikembe, what do you call the greatest reward?"
Mutombo paused while putting on his jacket, looking at the locker room ceiling lights as if reminiscing.
"What do you call the greatest reward? Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a fool who went to a team that no one would go to, in the most boring city in the world, for the sake of a championship. That fool gave it his all, got to the finals with the team, yearning for a championship and a chance.
He gave his all in every game, even if he had to rely on painkillers to sleep after being knocked around by a big guy on the opposing team; even if he was so exhausted after every game that he felt like his body was falling apart, he never backed down.
Because he believed that as long as he worked hard, there would be a reward.
But for two consecutive years, the fool’s efforts were in vain; he lost in the finals to the same person twice, never even close to victory.
All those sacrifices, all that effort and perseverance did not earn him any reward; all that was left to him were beautiful fantasies.
After the second finals ended, he sat on the floor hugging his legs, crying like a child who hasn’t grown up.