I am your typical 17 year old basketball loving boy. Particularly a Dallas Mavericks fan, explaining why I am here writing this post. To go along with the 17 year old boy part, I also tend to drive a little faster than I should. Due to this, a few months ago I was pulled over for a speeding ticket, everyone's favorite thing. Well after attending court and lovely traffic school, I then had to turn my certificate of proof for attending traffic school. That was today.
I arrived to the court only to see a large man standing right next to me. I could not quite put my tongue on the name of the player, but I knew that he had to be a professional basketball player. After constant thought of trying to figure it out, I saw the name "Ariza" written on numerous boxes he was carrying and those of his lawyers. Once he entered the elevator, I asked if it was private, to which he responded and let me on.
On my way up, after some rookies were talking about how much they missed this Trevor in LA, to which he seemed very annoyed (along with many other non fan questions). One of the questions asked was what he thought of the results of the game the other night. To this he responded by saying that he is very happy for the Mavericks and is even happier that a team from the west won. He said our team deserved it and we are a very good team. Although he did not put much emphasis on, it was incredible to hear such a player give respect to our team. Ahh how great it is to have a championship.
As I was leaving the elevator, I turned to him and asked him if I could shake his hand, to which we shook. I told him I enjoyed watching him play, and wished him the best of luck in his court case.
I gained much respect for a player that I never truly thought about before. Ah it is nice to be a champion.