[The 1986-1987 season was a challenging year for me. For the first time in my long basketball career, I felt somewhat powerless.
Winning the championship in 1986, I had spent a beautiful summer. I traveled to many places, saw many old friends, gave media interviews, and participated in the production of a show.
For a long time, I didn't have nightmares anymore. The cold seawater, the pitch-black night sky, the exhaustion and suffocation while swimming, and the instructor's yelling never appeared in my dreams again.
I slept soundly every night, but I woke up feeling a bit empty, as if something was missing from my life.
When the new season began, this feeling became more pronounced. I found that my sensitivity to winning and losing, to victory and defeat, had diminished. Everyone said I was more even-tempered, and Dr. Ogilvy said my mental state was much better.
