| − | After leaving the NBA, Maravich isolated himself from his trophies and awards, his friends, and even playing basketball. His wife saw his moods swing between confusion, resignation and despair. He had a very strict diet, mostly vegan, and he would sometimes fast to "test himself". He bought hundreds of dollars worth of vitamins to extend his life, and invested money in numerous assests. | + | After leaving the NBA, Maravich isolated himself from his trophies and awards, his friends, and even playing basketball. His wife saw his moods swing between confusion, resignation and despair. He had a very strict diet, mostly vegan, and he would sometimes fast to "test himself". He bought hundreds of dollars worth of vitamins to extend his life, and invested money in numerous [[assets]]. |
| | Then one night he was thinking about the effect of alcohol on his family: it drove his mother to suicide, his brother Ronnie was now addicted to it, and one night he had been drunk, and he totaled his car into a parked vehicle going 55 miles an hour. Ever since his first tast of beer at age 14, on the steps of a [[Methodist]] church, it had had a negitive effect on his life. When the police officer pulled Pete out of his wrecked car, he said "Pete, you're the luckiest man I've ever seen." A drunk Pete didn't have a scratch on him. "You don't understand," he replied dismissively, "I've got to play pro ball." He recalled a weekend a long time ago when he taught at a basketball clinic for the Campus Crusade for Christ. There he heard the Gospel of [[Jesus Christ]] but he said "I don't have time for you, Christ, my goals are set." For practically the whole night he was tortured by his memories of ugly things he'd done to people or himself. He remembered the word "sin", and saw all these painful deeds for what they were. In tears, he prayed, "God, I've punched you. I've kicked you. I've cursed you. I've used your name in vain. I've mocked you. I've embarrassed you. I've done all those things. Will you really forgive the things I've done?" Then he heard a voice. | | Then one night he was thinking about the effect of alcohol on his family: it drove his mother to suicide, his brother Ronnie was now addicted to it, and one night he had been drunk, and he totaled his car into a parked vehicle going 55 miles an hour. Ever since his first tast of beer at age 14, on the steps of a [[Methodist]] church, it had had a negitive effect on his life. When the police officer pulled Pete out of his wrecked car, he said "Pete, you're the luckiest man I've ever seen." A drunk Pete didn't have a scratch on him. "You don't understand," he replied dismissively, "I've got to play pro ball." He recalled a weekend a long time ago when he taught at a basketball clinic for the Campus Crusade for Christ. There he heard the Gospel of [[Jesus Christ]] but he said "I don't have time for you, Christ, my goals are set." For practically the whole night he was tortured by his memories of ugly things he'd done to people or himself. He remembered the word "sin", and saw all these painful deeds for what they were. In tears, he prayed, "God, I've punched you. I've kicked you. I've cursed you. I've used your name in vain. I've mocked you. I've embarrassed you. I've done all those things. Will you really forgive the things I've done?" Then he heard a voice. |