Imagine spending your entire life working like a Hebrew slave to become one of the most successful individuals in your field, only to not be able to put your arms around a woman when you pose for a photo with her.
That’s part of the reason I chose not to go into the NBA, despite being taller than Lebron James’ son. I probably could have been on the Lakers.
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