The Last Dragon

Shaq retiring is like some gargantuan myth has curled up and died, even if watching him play was already like watching bones gather dust.

Hostage Crisis: Chris Paul and the NBA Ring Chase

When I was a kid, I loved Cracker Jacks.  I used to always open the box and jam my whole forearm down into the layers of caramel-coated popcorn.  My whole arm grew sticky and came out smelling like a warehouse full of cardboard, and if I hadn't gotten hold of the prize I so desperately sought, I might have felt dirty.  The thing is, every Cracker Jack box guaranteed a prize.  There was no doubt, so it was always worth it.