the one true explains "The Zone" (vid gets a little strange at 1:30 lol).
anybody who plays basketball at any level lives for The Zone. the only one who would doubt this, is the one who has never been so fortunate as to enter The Zone, and become privy to its power. you cannot find The Zone by actively seeking it, rather The Zone finds you. it comes without warning, without warrant, of its own volition. it's the single greatest feeling a man can experience in this life, greater than sex, greater than drugs, greater than plunder and conquest, greater than the discovery of new ideas or treasure, greater still than the birth of your first-born child.
the certainty that when the ball gets in my hands - my hands... not anybody else's, for The Zone has chosen me - not only am i shooting the ball without hesitation, without fear, without a second-thought ... but it's as good as in before the release, as if it has been ordained by a higher power, be it 4 or 40 feet away, be it square or off-balance. a basket. a bucket. a forgone conclusion. your teammates will ooh and ahh, eventually you'll win over even your staunchest opponents, who will have no choice but to concede to The Zone's presence... but The Zone is a fleeting moment, a fickle beast, a bittersweet gift, for the instant you become aware of your own zone, is the instant The Zone leaves you. not gradually nor gently, but rather quite roughly, and on a dime - an instant regression, a deep regret over the tantalizing paradox - simply becoming aware, aware of your own zone.
