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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 935365" data-attributes="member: 98">Catacombs, Pepsi CenterDenver, Coloradoafter the game, October 2002 "I honestly don't know what to expect.  I mean I was on a fraking mountaintop in the middle of a game - and you saw what happened to my body.  If that happened again, the coach would freak and I'd be testing until there's no tomorrow.  I've got to find out what happens when I 'run up the mountain,' and I'd rather find out under my own control rather than someone else's," Leo said."All I really need Gus is for you to watch out for anyone else, stand in the way every now and then (just as another obstacle for me to get around), but mostly just for support.  I 've read some things about exhaustion and playing, about your mind and body operating on another level when you let go, but nothing prepares you for it.  And, I thought I'd never get to a state like that because I don't use drugs or alcohol.  You know what I always say 'My body is a temple,' it's definitely helped to keep me clean - then this comes along. . . . Thanks, Gus, for being there and helping me out."Leo got a ball and started running and dribbling, burning off the energy he had from the excitement? of exploring and trying this.  Then, as the sweat and fatigue set in he started shooting, spinning, dunking on occasion, trying to let his mind go and just let the natural body moves take over.  Running all out, as if each shoot was made ad the clock was running down.  Heck, as tired as he was, Leo wasn't certain through the haze that the clock was running down and he had to make this play.</blockquote>

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