John Stockton walked off the court that last night in Chicago, sweat rolling down his face, his body spent, his work put in, the bitterness of elimination circling him like invisible vultures hungry to pick away the remains. But he would not allow it.
He and his teammates suffered defeat in their final game of the 1996-97 postseason, falling in Game 6 to the Bulls, but the lasting image of a basketball warrior leaving the floor of competition, fans at the United Center cheering wildly, straight...
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