I released the Book of Basketball in 2009.

I swore I was done.

What else was there to say?

The book was 704 pages long.

I figured out the secret of basketball

with help from Isaiah Thomas,

then used it to rank the top 96 players of all time.

I blew up the basketball hall of fame

and turned it into a five level Egyptian pyramid.

I figured out the 33 greatest wet of sever.

I solved every MVP debate.

I made the case for Russell Overwilt.

I explained why MJ was the greatest ever.

I wrote hundreds of pop culture references,

at least 250 inappropriate jokes

and God knows how many footnotes.

I even drove to San Diego for the epilogue

to spend time with Bill Walton.

And when the book reached number one

on the New York Times bestseller list,

that was all I ever wanted.

I was done.

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