I Own The World. The Rest Of You All Are Paying Rent.

Dear Friend,
I've seen you lately but I barely recognize you. You've just changed so much and I just don't know why. I loved you the way were. We all did. You were so much fun. I couldn't wait to see you again. Things weren't always perfect but at least I was smiling. You cared about your image. Your style was great. You were fair. Maybe I'm just being nostalgic about when I was younger but I just remember things differently, better.
Now I don't even know who you are. You're not fun. You're a shell of who you were, who I loved. I try to enjoy you but that just makes me realize how you've morphed. You think bigger is better but it's not. You stand for all the wrong things. You want things from all the wrong people. My joy has become frustration. I think you've already made up your mind. I still care but everyone else says it just a waste of time. They've given up. They remember your better days. I hope you can change your ways. It looks like all the evidence is against you though. I'm really close to giving up. And I'm afraid once I'm gone, I'll never come back. But you don't care. I don't think you care about anyone. You are no longer "Magical" or "Legendary". So NBA, how about you come back before it's too late.