A Memoir
“But I swear to God, it comes back to what my mom told me when I was eight years old, ‘This is what you gonna do! You want to play basketball? Football? If that’s what you wanna do, you can do it.’”
Loyalty is everything.
Allen iverson was born in June 7,1975 in Hampton, Virginia.
His mom, Ann Iverson, was fifteen
He grew up on “The Peninsula”
He grew up in Hampton and Newport News.
His grandma died at 30, raising 4 kids by herself, from an infection after getting her tubes tied and the hospital gave her $3,818.18 as compensation.
His mom always believed in him and that he would be a basketball player.
Allen loves Michael Jackson.
You can’t stop and dwell in life.
“Mommy, you think I could play in the NBA or NFL?” “I know you can. You’re going to do it.” My mom told me this, so you can laugh all you want.
If it’s between you and me, it’s me.
Out of all these people in the world who are talented, out of all of these people who are gifted, all these people fighting for the same shit, why can’t it be me? It was about putting yourself first when it came to sports, but also in life. It was about having confidence.
Why can’t it be me?
He wanted to wear number 33 for Tony Dorsett for his favorite NFL team the Dallas Cowboys
His nickname was bubbachuck because his uncles bubba and chuck were fighting over what his nickname should be.
He is a night owl
Nobody is going to stop me anymore.
Cru Thik, Allens group with Ra and E, told Allen not to worry about anything.
Think of the ball going through the uprights.
Visualize what you will do with your body to manipulate the world around you, then do it.
When you lose the heartbreakers, you learn how to win the close ones.
Never question God
No smoking cigarettes
The press ain’t the same as the people
No matter how much something might be about race, better not to talk about it if you want to go about your business.
I didn’t make it by myself
The Answer was for the nba having a lot of questions. Michael Jordan, Larry Bird, and Magic Johnson all retiring.
“Do what you got to do. But return the motgerfucking car, you little shit.”
600 Benz
Allens first tattoo was The Answer. Host second was a bulldog for Georgetown.
“The last thing he needs is structure. He needs to be free as a bird. He needs to fly.”
“If you’ve been in this business for a while, you’re not here to be impressed with people. You’re here to attempt to help mold them and get them prepared for the next stage of their life. That’s what education is about.”
“I don’t have a problem with you. If I wasn’t talking to you, that’s when you know I got a problem with you.”
“I’m proud of you. Regardless of what happens at the end of this year. I want you to know that.”
The crossover is a person being scared of your first step
Dean Berry taught Allen Iverson the crossover.
I don’t know of any great player who works harder. He works like a guy who trying to get minutes.
“Do what you got to do.”
Losing Nama taught me there are only so many days in a persons life, man, and waiting isn’t always an option.
He just wanted to wear sweats lol
“I don’t wanna be Jordan, I don’t wanna be Bird or Isiah, I don’t wanna be any of these guys. I want to look in the mirror and say I did it my way.”
On the motherfucking court, you didn’t respect anybody. And you definitely didn’t get told who to respect.
I don’t have to respect anyone.
If it’s between you and me, it’s me. No matter who “you” is.
No one, not even MJ, was going to tell me how to act. And no one was going to make me bow down, submit, fail to stand up for myself. And if I had to fight back (on the court), I would.
If I could play a game every day I would.
I just wanted to play the game.
I felt like there was nobody that could stop me or outhustle me.
Since everybody else is taken up, the only option is for me to be me.
I always felt like you played how you dressed.
When it’s over, I want everyone to know that I play every game like it’s my last.
I feel like when you over respect somebody, the battle is already lost.
Only the Strong Survive
Fear No One
Whatever my physical dimensions, my heart couldn’t be measured.
Always human. Always misunderstood. Always myself.
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