It's right there in those eyes.
Everything that he has ever felt was projected—or hidden—behind those round jewels.
They always seemed to stare right through us. Sometimes they welled with tears. But that was Allen. That was part of the complexity we found so appealing.
He came from concrete and rubble. From hate and injustice. Now he is in Springfield, in the Hall of Fame.
His career might belong to the ages, but Allen Iverson will always be ours. This immutable truth, we believe without exception.
The boy from nowhere. The one who did everything they said he couldn't. His ambition defied the hopelessness that place wrapped him in.
Regret. Frustration. Imperfection. Fear. All were part of the Iverson story. But so too were determination and pain. And no small amount of heart.
He absorbed every blow. This is the beautiful audacity of Allen Iverson.
It was always about survival.
We discovered that we loved him. How could we not?
He didn't look like us. He did not sound like us. But he encapsulated everything we were. ...
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