The Pistol: The Birth of a Legend

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Voices echoed in my mind

when I took my son

to my old school.

Did revive him

one magical time of my life.

Back to the time

where my life was full of

innocence of youth.

My childhood dream

was to be a great

basketball player,

as well as my father.

He was my hero, my companion

,

the best friend that a

child could have.

But he was more here.

His death was a hard reminder

That life is a fleeting shadow

,

every moment is a precious gift

to be shared with anyone.

Wanted to express my son

feelings and

fondest memories

a wonderful childhood.

For, somehow inspire you

to see through my eyes,

and help you understand

that via the pull

patience and persistence,

dreams are possible.

This was the legacy left by my father

for over thirty years.

CLENSOM, CAROLINA SOUTH

, 1959

PISTOL A LEGEND IS BORN

I remember like it was yesterday

.

Was the beginning of an incredible journey

.

The year that would change my life forever...

and define the course

my destination.

1958 was a period innocent,

of hope and change in America.

A time when

thought that everything would be possible.

At least, that's how

in their Maravich.

I like that! A young

with confidence.

We made an election at school.

Who won?

Nixon. I voted for JFK.

Like his father,

Always voting on the weaker.

Weaker?

With Jack Kennedy

we build houses on the moon in 1970

and you know why?

Because he has confidence. -Confidence.

Let Pete coffee, Press.

Many things will change in the next decade.

Dad was an optimist and a genius

to create ways of stimulating my confidence.

I was watching Gene Autry other day

and suddenly realized

a good basketball player

can get along just fine

if so fast

as a gunman.

I'll show you.

Give me the ball.

Get up Peter.

I will teach an exercise.

Turn around.

Lower your arms.

This.

Now, do not pay attention to me

.

I want to focus.

Now estufe the chest!

Not want to think

which is a weakling.

This shoulders in place.

Now when I

drop this ball.

Want beat palms in front

and take the ball

behind you.

But need to focus.

Hear my voice.

Do not listen to me.

Do not listen to me.

This is impossible.

Impossible?

We will see their hands

gunman, ok?

Okay, Helen.

Well, do not pay attention to me

, Press.

You "found" that

could do.

I "knew" that I would

. Trust!

But Dad's inspiration

not change the fact that in school

I was a misfit,

a lonely boy with big dreams.

But this country was not founded

by ordinary people who dared to believe

That big dreams come true?

That's what I was taught.

With liberty and justice for all.

Okay.

Today we talk about dreams.

More specifically,

the American dream.

The American Dream is a concept

and a belief that anything is possible.

What dreams do you have today?

Who would you like to be?

I want to write

in 200 words

By the end of class,

what are your dreams for the future.

Any questions?

Okay, can begin.

How could put

a dream into words?

Something went

in my heart?

When I was in eighth grade,

all we wanted was to be a great

basketball player,

as my father.

But with 1.60

tall and 40 pounds,

who would believe?

I think only my father and I

believed at first.

When I was not on the court,

everything you thought was that there was another boy

practicing more than me.

And he could

scholarship

should be mine,

If I do not try harder.

Yes, Peter?

I need...

Boy, you do not

should be in class?

Yes, sir.

I hope you today at 15:30,

to deal with the problem.

I figured when Dad knew

I killed lesson

he would give me his famous spanking,

or let me grounded

for life.

No, no, no! Wait!

You need to take the guy

until the barrier.

Exit barrier. Stuck!

Skin with skin.

Understand? Yes, sir.

Okay, let

again.

!

Everyone here!

Dad was an official

retired navy,

a hero of World War II

is a very serious man,

when he came to inspire and train students

Clemson College.

According to Dad, the way to play

basketball reflected how

that person would live his life.

His teams knew well your opinion.

When he spoke, everyone listened

.

I'm not spending precious moments

of my life

to teach them

To throw a ball in a basket

.

This here is a

lifestyle.

I want the players to think,

work, to sweat, have challenges

and discipline because the other things

has no value.

The problem with you guys,

is that they are a bunch of goons

,

who think they know everything.

Give me the ball.

You see this ball?

Size of this sphere

represents everything

know about basketball,

but the size of this ball is

everything that has not been discovered

about the game.

This point is all

you know. Together!

If forget the girls

and the cars,

and hear me, will get things never

thought possible.

Do not care if you

is low, slow,

thin or high.

Can play with the best.

engaging maximum

you to perfect

Now we train these

played again, folks.

Let's do it right.

!

That's it! That's what I!

That afternoon I had to face

the wrath of Vern Pendleton,

The high school coach.

You is small for a Maravich.

His mother feeds you well?

Yes, sir.

Has pedigree.

I think you will not be

a star football,

but might play basketball.

Do not use moccasin.

What? Well, you know

my assistant, Carl

Cannfield the cafeteria?

I know.

It delivers the equipment in the locker room.

Your closet is 41.

Let's start in 2 minutes.

How?

Want to train

With the team principal, do not you?

I want.

Go get dressed, then.

If you are waiting for me

it late.

Come on, come on!

It was my big chance!

Training with the first team!

But my big chance

was also the beginning of

major problems.

Different people do not always

are received from

open arms.

On the first day of training

I do not I integrated.

Not got the right equipment.

Carl! Carl!

Whatever here?

I will train with the team.

So hurry up, let's start

already.

The protector is very large.

It is very big!

I need a minor.

How?

Lions!

Oh, you need

less chill!

Come on!

30 free throws.

The training begins within 5 minutes.

He is the son of

Maravich coach?

Is. I do not know what the

my father has in mind

to let him train.

It is hard.

Have you seen this guy

in the hallways?

Always walking with a

basketball.

It is a strange boy

, Sandy.

He deserves credit for trying,

Courageous boy.

Come on!

The record of wins and losses

was all that mattered to the technician.

While the Lions continue winning,

he would never put me

in the game.

I realized that the chances of occupying

the place of a holder

practically non-existent.

And if it were up to Buddy,

the son of

Technical Pendleton,

I never put the Peach the court.

Buddy Pendleton comes down with the ball,

sewing,

Rises to the pan, and scores!

It was not convinced.

It was the confidence that told me

I could play better than others.

Trust that had to do

my father exercises

for more than 10,000 hours,

since I was 5 years old.

Dad helped me develop the discipline

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