Road To Glory : An NBA Fairy Tale Story

A lot of times in our lives do we as people wonder "god I wish I could be in a fairy tales and in the end i turn out to be the hero vanquishing the villain". In our modern lives such thinking is pointless because we have so many other things to worry about like when to go to work, when to pay your bills, when to finish your studies, etc. We as human beings live on this earth primarily for just that and that is the reality no doubt. But, every so often we get to see "real life somewhat fairy tales" happen right before our eyes. Yes I'm talking about the road to the NBA finals. Let's get to it.

To preface this article, this stories ending is unknown because unlike fairy tales there is no good and bad here. It just comes down to likability vs unlikeability or Relatable vs Unrelatable or Passion vs Desire, alright you get the point. 

Once upon a time where lands were divided, wars were fought amongst the western and eastern lands for almost 5 decades. The battles were intense and there were heroes who emerged. But, after almost 5 decades of battles and bloody wars there came a man who set his name in stone as the conqueror of all, the slayer of many and his name became synonymous with every thing that was attributed to success, he wore a black and red suit of armor and took the power of the bull as his calling, lets call this man The Great One or as people in this known universe like to call him "His Airness" but for the simplicity of this story we'll just call him the "God". Now, after God decided enough was enough he was looking for a suitor who could replace his role as the Conqueror of all but he couldn't find anybody for a while. So then came a young man who grew up under the tutelage of his father who as a warrior himself on the field but was not known for his heroics as much, this young man having witnessed all that The God had done on this earth decided that he was going to pursue his greatness and be known as the next in line. He wore a purple and gold suit of armor and called himself the black mamba. "The Black Mamba" was being ready to take up the mantle as the next great one had a difficult task ahead of him as he fought countless battles but won most and lost a couple. He was then known as the "Conqueror" to some but not against all. Around similar times there came to be known another young man was seemed to be gaining popularity among-st the town folk as being fearless and vicious on the field, people far and wide started gazing at the marvel this person was exhibiting, he wore the wine and gold colors and people started calling him "The Chosen one". He went on to win numerous awards and recognition and would always win battles but he and his troops would fall short in the war and as expectations for who would now take over the title of Conqueror became doubt, his own town folk grew impatient, they wanted a victory. Growing tired of the criticism he faced he could no longer handle the doubt and decided to seek other lands to gain victories but before leaving his town he vowed to his people "I will return to this town and bring glory to this land which has been forgotten for so many years" and he left. A few years later there came the presence of another man that started to take shape and his own town folk called him "The Durantulla" while some even named him as "The Second Coming" but the more apt name is "The Slim Reaper". But, as his name grew bigger and bigger, "The Chosen One" had finally achieved what he set out to achieve and that was to finally to the crown that he so desperately wanted and he was now proclaimed King amongst all. But, there were many people from different lands who viewed the Kings coronation as premature or unworthy or untimely and one of those people also happened to be the Slim Reaper himself who had lost in his first encounter against the King. He then vowed that one day he would get revenge for what happened and also cement his legacy as the better warrior among them both. 

We fast forward a couple of years later and head to a town not far far away where people were full of joy and laughter as they did not seem to care what the rest of the world thought. But, amongst the crowds of sweet innocent happy people there stood a willowy young man who had garnered much praise for his wizardry on the field  coupled with the kind hearted attitude he showed amongst all. His town folk were proud of him that they got to know that one day their beloved son would fight on the battlefield against the King himself. Slowly but surely the word spread around and people gathered. Questions were raised, could this small innocent young man actually defeat The King in battle? Only time would tell and as days went on hope and faith would finally be restored on this happy town. They had won this war against the king but there was still doubt amongst the kings eyes and he said "You may have won this battle against me, but this war is not over yet". Having said those words, people all around the different lands hailed this young man for the valor in which he fought and people from far and wide dubbed him "The Assasin".