Hardwood Paroxysm: What does the future hold for the Cavaliers and Warriors?
What does the future hold for Leandro Barbosa?
by David Vertsberger (@_Verts) — Hardwood Paroxysm
The sun sets on another gorgeous day in São Paulo, Brazil. The cloudless sky allows a warm orange glow to spread across the country, and soaking in the last bit of light before nightfall is Leandro Barbosa, sipping on a glass of fine rum on the patio of his newly-furnished beach house. It’s June of 2016, and Barbosa steps inside the dream resting place of a retired basketball player. He turns the TV on to watch Game 7 of the 2016 Finals, a rematch of last year’s Cleveland Cavaliers/Golden State Warriors matchup. After a few plays, Barbosa lets out a long sigh and shuts the television off.
He made a mistake, and he knew it. He wanted to go out on top, when he accomplished all he needed to accomplish in the game, but didn’t realize he wasn’t ready to walk away until it was too late. There was no turning back now. He just went an entire year without the weight room, the many conditioning regimens and the game itself. No NBA team would take him back.
Barbosa stepped outside, and started walking. Where? Not even he knew. He needed to clear his mind. Wishes of being able to do it all over again were the only things in his head. He internally screamed and begged for another chance to cradle that leather ball and dash through the lane like the blur he once was.
“Ei!” Barbosa looked up. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t realize he was now standing in front of a caged basketball court, lit to perfection, with one, two, three… nine guys seemingly in their early 20’s on the asphalt. One had just called out to Barbosa.
“Precisamos de outro jogador,” the stranger said. “Quero jogar?”
Barbosa looked up at the night sky, now absent of the fiery colors of the sun. This time it was the light from the stars bathing him. He looked back towards the stranger, smiled, and walked towards the court.