The Harder I Prepare, The Luckier I

Maybe It’s My Own Fault. Maybe I Led You To Believe It Was Easy When It Wasn’t. Maybe I Made You Think My Highlights Started At The Free Throw Line, And Not In The Gym. Maybe I Made You Think That Every Shot I Took Was A Game Winner. That My Game Was Built On Flash, And Not Fire. Maybe It’s My Fault That You Didn’t See That Failure Gave Me Strength; That My Pain Was My Motivation. Maybe I Led You To Believe That Basketball Was A God Given Gift, And Not Something I Worked For Every Single Day Of My Life. Maybe I Destroyed The Game. Or Maybe You’re Just Making Excuses.

I've Missed More Than 9000 Shots In My Career. I've Lost Almost 300 Games. 26 Times, I've Been Trusted To Take The Game Winning Shot And Missed. I've Failed Over And Over And Over Again In My Life. And That Is Why I Succeed.

I Knew Where I Wanted To Go, What Kind Of Player I Wanted To Become And I Focused On Getting There.

There Was Never Any Fear For Me, No Fear Of Failure. If I Miss A Shot, So What?

I'd Take 12 Guys Who Had A Strong Passion For The Game Over 12 Guys Who Don't Respect The Game.