The Post-Apocalyptic Diary of Nick Collison - Part II http://t.co/AnfvT2RQ -- 今天老柯在推特上澄清(还有本文作者加注)这不是老柯写的，只是以老柯当主角 = = https://twitter.com/nickcollison4/status/260770656751337472 不过既然都翻了Part I就把他翻完吧，翻一点不同领域的东西也蛮好玩了~ -- I jolt awake and I am sweating like Ostertag. It pours from me as Russ poured in points on Raymond Felton. 我猛然醒来，像Greg Ostertag那样汗流浃背。汗水倒下来的样字就像Russ在Raymond Felton头上洗分数那样。 I am in a cave and the fire is going and the walls are screaming at me. The only thing louder in my mind and memory is Loud City. 我现在在山洞里，里头升了一把火。还有墙壁在对着我尖叫─在我印象中只有Loud City 比这个还大声。 I think I am in Nebraska, but I cannot be sure. 我觉得我现在大概是在内布拉斯加州吧，但我不怎麽确定。 I sit up and wrap the blue tarp around me in hopes that I can get warm. I know that I cannot. I am not Vinnie Johnson. 我坐起来，把蓝色防水布抓来包一包，希望能让我暖和一点─但是我知道这行不通，因为 我不是Vinnie Johnson。 I think on the season and what it might have been. I was planning on telling Mike Tirico that no one actually calls it Oak City. It is Oklahoma City or it is OKC. There is nothing else. Alas, he is gone and unable to hear my plea. So is Hubie. For this I truly ache. 我在想我在这一季，或是在哪时候应该告诉Mike Tirico没有人或称这个城市为Oak City 。看你是要叫Oklahoma City还是OKC都好，不要叫其他的。天啊，他听不到我的请求了， Hubie也是。这点让我心痛不已。 I stand and walk to the mouth of the cave. God has removed the clouds for tonight. The stars number so many and shine so bright it is as if there is a Rock ‘N Jock basketball game in the sky. 我到了洞口。老天终於把云拨开了，天上有数不尽的亮星星，简直就像是那里在举办 Rock ‘N Jock篮球赛。 I see the past now. 我看到往事了。 There goes a N’SYNC era Justin Timberlake. Look at that hair. 超级男孩的年代来了，看看他们的头发。 And there, running without thought or worry of what will happen to his career, is Dean Cain. It’s a bird, it’s a plane… Dean Cain也在，到处跑来跑去，毫不担心未来会发生什麽事。It’s a bird, it’s a plane. Ahhh. I miss laughter. 啊，我错过了大笑的时机。 I fear I am losing it. I am stuck in the past because I cannot envision a future wherein things are better than they were before the event. 我很害怕我会失去这些。由於我无法想像未来世界会比末日前更棒，我深深的陷入了 往事中，无法自拔。 My dream tonight was a memory. I was back in Lawrence and in Phog-Allen and we were playing Texas and I was dominating. TJ Ford’s antics were not enough. I ended the game with 24 points and 23 rebounds and a standing ovation from Dick Vitale. 今晚的梦是脑中的记忆。我回到了Lawrence，在Phog-Allen对战德州。这一天我痛宰对手 ，一共拿下24分、23篮板，还获得了Dick Vitale得起立鼓掌。 The ovations do not come anymore. 这个起立鼓掌再也没出现过了。 A breeze enters the cave. The pages of my moleskin flop back and forth like Manu and Tony and a chill runs throughout me. 微风吹进洞口，我的笔记本的纸被吹的前後摆动，就像Manu和Tony和一股寒气从我旁边扫 过。 I hear the howl of the wolves from down the mountain. I injured the pack leader two nights ago. He barreled into me, charging, and I did what I do. He cannot use his front right paw now. That championship is as sweet as one from the Northwest Division. 我听到了山下的狼嚎声。前天晚上狼群之王挡住我的路，要对我犯规，我就做了我该做的 事。他的右脚残废了，这就跟拿下西北组冠军一样爽。 Those are no more now, though. The world and the league and all those in it are gone and it is me and the wolves and the wind. This cave cannot be home for long. 不过这些都没了，世界、联盟都是。现在只有我、狼群和风。住在山洞里也不是一个好的 长远之计。 They know I am here. 他们知道我在这。 They will be coming with all the fury of Raymond Felton chasing a cheeseburger. Oh, Diary. Forgive my unnecessary resentment, but I did not like him. 他们就会像是Raymond Felton看到起士汉堡一样抓狂、冲过来。喔，日记啊日记，原谅我 无谓的抱怨，我就是不喜欢他。 I press on towards the water in hopes that I might find life. Or, better still, love. How I want a woman. Is Rachel McAdams still alive? 我依然积极的寻找水源，希望能找到─或许能找到生命。或是更棒的，爱情。我好想要 一位女性陪伴。Rachel McAdams还在吗？ My iPod has battery now. I found a working outlet in a 7-Eleven a few sunsets ago. I do not know how electricity still exists in certain places, I only thank God that it does. The prophet Ross eggs me on. 我的iPod又有电了，我在几天前找到一间有特价的小七。我不知道为什麽有些地方还有电 ，不过管他的，感谢老天。 Sometimes sixteen bars ain’t enough. 有时候16格电也不够用。 I don’t know that I have sixteen days if I do not find food soon. 我也不晓得如果没有找到食物能不能活十六天。 I miss Carl’s Jr. The Western Bacon Cheeseburger. It roared. I miss The Wedge and Ted’s Cafe Escondido and Victoria’s and Mexico Joe’s and all the rest. 我好想念Carl’s Jr.(西部培根堡)，那太赞了。我也想念Wedge and Ted’s Cafe Escondido 、 Victoria’s and Mexico Joe’s. I miss Hideaway Pizza. The Little Kahuna was my all. 我也想念Hideaway Pizza，Little Kahuna是我人生的所有。 There has been one great lift that has happened in these recent days. I came upon a house. Small and wooden and, I thought, barren. I searched the house and found nothing. Room after room, clean and dirty all at once. My hope left me…then I saw the chest. 最近这几天也有激励我的事情。我进到一间木造的小房子，我找片房子，荒芜一片，希望 顿时消散。 然後我发现一个宝箱。 A small toy chest. A teddy bear on the front of it. It holds a red balloon in its hand. The chest is locked. I kick at the padlock. It does not give. I ready my Red Wings for another go. I lift my leg and bring it down with all the force of one of Serge’s dunks and the lock gives and breaks and the chest springs open like Kevin after one of my down screens. I look down into the chest and it is a haven of the past. I see a Talk Boy and a Walkman and a Yack Back and Gack and a DVD of the first Season of Salute Your Shorts and a poster of Summer Sanders (I kept that and it hangs on the wall of this cave as I write) and… 一个装玩具的小宝箱，外面摆了一只握着红色气球的泰迪熊。这个宝箱被锁起来了。我踹 了锁头，没有反应。我举起我的脚，用Ibaka灌篮的力气砸下去，宝箱就像KD用我的掩护 出手一样得弹开了。里面装满以前的玩意儿，Talk Boy、Walkman...。然後，... My eyes stop. I see a jersey. I see the familiar turquoise. I see the number 50. I lift the uniform from the chest and rub my hand over the word “ Vancouver”. I turn the jersey over to look at the back. 我停下来了，我看见一件球衣─眼熟的绿松色球衣，50号。我把球衣摆到胸前，我用手 搓了搓前面的字：「温哥华」，然後我把球衣背面转过来。 A lump hits my throat and my nostrils flare and my eyes fill up with tears and I see his name. 突然感到喉咙移阵痛楚，鼻水「共共劳」，顿时内牛满面。 Reeves. Reeves。 It is my hero. 是我的英雄欸。 I am full of joy and I hurry and put the jersey on. This is my Christmas. 我充满欣喜的赶快把球衣穿上。这是属於我的圣诞节。 If it is my destiny to survive, I will find the Smithsonian and place my Bryant Reeves jersey within its walls. That is where it belongs. 如果我命中注定会活下来，我会去找Smithsonian博物馆把衣服挂在墙上，因为那是这件 球衣真正的归属。 I must go now. The sun rises and it paints the sky pink and I must start moving before the wolves do. 我得走了，太阳升起，将天空彩绘成粉红色。我得在狼群出现之前赶快离开。 I think of Sir Rozay once more. His chorus siren, Nicki Minaj, tells me I am the boss and I agree and I am stronger for it. 我又想起了Sir Rozay，他的旋律又想起了。Nicki Minaj说I am the boss，我同意了。 因为我是高手。 I must do what he does: Still runnin’ the streets cause everyday I’m hustlin ’. 我必须做到他做的：继续奔驰着，因为我每天都在打拼。 The day has begun. I close these pages and sit down my pen. 这一天开始了，我把笔放下来，把笔记本阖上。 Time to hustle. 该是打拼的时候了。 -Nick Collison -- *Nick Collison didn’t write this or have any involvement in it. He’s a cool dude who tweeted that this was creative. Don’t want him to get in trouble for a silly tumblr write up. Collison is awesome and you’re awesome for reading it. @Nick Collison: This is creative, but to be clear, I didnt write this. -- "HARD WORK BEATS TALENT WHEN TALENT FAILS TO WORK HARD." --

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