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Funny you mention Arenas wanting kids to copy his pre-shot ritual. It was probably ’06 and I was on the boardwalk in Wildwood, NJ trying to bury a shot to win an “authentic” NBA Jersey from the sketchy stand with hundreds of these “authentic” jerseys. I attempted to mimic Agent Zero and upon the second spin around my body, I lost the ball and watched it roll across the boardwalk through the masses of people and had an embarrassing quest to retrieve the ball. That was the first lesson I learned to never copy Gilbert Arenas…

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