Allen Iverson wasn’t supposed to ever get old. The brash rookie who crossed up Jordan, the MVP who went into L.A. and beat the unbeatable Lakers, the cornrowed assassin who could put buckets on anyone in the League whenever he felt like it — he was supposed to be able to go on forever, dropping 30-plus on All-NBA defenders and going to TGI Fridays after, all without a thought of practice. Today Allen Iverson turns 36 years old.
Forever my favorite player. Mortality always gets the best of us.