On the morning of the third day of All-Star weekend, the sun had only just risen, and the city was still wrapped in silence, but Goodwin had already awakened from his sleep.
He quietly slipped out of the warm bed, careful not to wake his still-sleeping family.
After a quick wash, Goodwin changed into his training gear, left a text message for his wife, Anne Hathaway, and hurried to the practice facility.
By the time he arrived, the staff were busy setting up the filming area.
That morning's schedule was a promotional shoot for the upcoming All-Star Game.
Goodwin quickly got himself into the right frame of mind and threw himself into the intense yet orderly filming.
After finishing the shoot, Goodwin took a brief break and drank some water before rushing off to the next location—to meet up with his Eastern Conference All-Stars teammates for pregame practice.
His mood along the way was fairly neutral, neither happy nor unhappy. After all, he had taken part in grand events like the NBA All-Star Game far too many times, and he had become somewhat numb to them.
When Goodwin arrived at the practice court, he spotted the familiar figure of his good friend, Carmelo Anthony.
Carmelo Anthony warmly came over, patted Goodwin on the shoulder, and said, "Hey, Goodwin! Tonight, we'll fight side by side and take this win in one go!"
However, faced with Carmelo Anthony's expectations, Goodwin merely smiled and replied, "Sorry, Carmelo. I probably won't get much playing time tonight."
Carmelo Anthony looked surprised and asked in confusion, "Goodwin, are you injured? Or is something else going on?
"In past games, you usually only played around twenty minutes. Why is it arranged this way even for the All-Star Game this time?"
Goodwin shook his head and explained, "I'm