So it begins, The age old pursuit of glory. From struggle comes sport. We hustle hard for the gold and then after that the platinum. Those of you who've seen it all and done it all feel me the best. The universal hustle. All we want is a piece of the spotlight. To see our names in lights. It's all about hanging your jersey from the rafters in the end. Like Jordan did it, like Magic before him did it, Like Julius Erving before him, and Wilt Chimberlain. We know the names even while the game changes but yet still remains much the same. Look at me. I mean look at us. We collect the memories. We want what they left behind. Immortality. I give you Mobilarity. Sincerely yours, The Game.