On the morning of September 19, 2019, Link stood before the mirror, straightening his suit.
As far as Link could remember, this was the first time he had cared so much about what he wore.
Normally, a player only looked in the mirror over and over like this when attending the draft.
Unfortunately, Link was a superstar who had never been through the draft. Yet today, he got a taste of what it felt like.
For something this important, Link did not want to look sloppy.
"The suit fits perfectly, but..." After helping Link straighten his suit, Rachel wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
"But what?"
"Why dark blue again? Nearly all your suits are dark blue."
"Because it's the color of our blood." Link smiled, using the word "our."
Yes, not just his own. Randolph, Tony, Conley, and even Butler from even earlier.
Whenever they appeared in someone else's arena wearing those dark-blue "villain uniforms," they struck fear into everyone who saw them.
Dark blue had long since become the symbol of this generation of Grizzlies.
Last season, Nike had wanted to change the Grizzlies' road uniforms to light blue, but Link had vetoed it single-handedly.
What the Grizzlies' uniforms became after he retired was none of Link's concern. But before he retired, he only wanted to wear dark-blue battle gear.
"Have you really thought this through? You're not going to be like Michael Jordan, are you?" Rachel asked again from behind him.
By "like Michael Jordan," she meant Jordan's two comebacks.
"Don't worry. Once I win four straight championships, my career will be complete. By then, it'll be time to live a different kind of life. I don't want to spend my whole life stuck on a basketball court."
Link smiled and kissed the back of