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“If you take away the last few years, from my last year in Washington, and you think about my career, there was nothing but hard work. I was in the gym three or four times a day, working on my skills. If we lost a game, and I thought I played bad, I'm staying in the gym to keep shooting. That's what I did. That's what I was known for: I was a gym rat.”

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Gilbert Arenas
Gilbert Arenas

Gilbert Arenas, born on January 6, 1982, is a former American professional basketball player known for his scoring ability and passion on the court. During his NBA career, he was recognized for his exceptional scoring skills and his fiery personality. more

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