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It’s a few hours before game time. The Evil Empire of the ACC has already descended upon the small village of Clemson. The blue bloods, college basketball royalty: The Tarheels. The invaders have pillaged our small town for the last seven years.
King of Kourts
My Teammates and I are on our Carver Middle activity bus, on our way to the first game of the season against our cross-town rival, New Hope Middle. The bus is quiet, nervous energy fills the air, the only sounds: the noisy bus engine and the rattling of windows after each bump in the road.
My Super Ho Ro
It’s our last home game of the season and Fan Appreciation Day at Littlejohn, which means each player goes to his assigned table 30 minutes after the completion of the game to sign autographs for an hour. We have yet to lose a home game, going undefeated at Littlejohn and crushing the two dominant teams in our conference: the Tar Heels and Blue Devils.
My Tiger Bell
An ordinary Monday night had me exiting the Training Table around 9:30 pm. I stayed late at study hall preparing for a Research Marketing Exam I had on Friday. Mama, the head cook, left it open a little late for us stragglers. I’m all alone, which is rare. I hurry to make a couple of roast beef sandwiches, grab a handful of cookies that I stuff in my bookbag.
100 Hundreds for My Queen
The love and attention from a sexy college coed can sometimes cause a player to do things out of the ordinary. However, throw sex into the equation and a ballers best intentions take a back seat. Basketball players at Clemson University have a code of expectations. Play hard every game, represent the University well in all endeavors on and off the court. Finally, work as diligently in the classroom as you do on the court. My first semester at Clemson had us checking into our apartments a week before classes began, between parties on Frat Row and our own House Parties we got white boy wasted every night.
The decision a Division One college basketball recruit must make to where he or she will take their talents can determine their future on and off the court. 20 Universities recruited me to play. My high school team went 29–1 and won the North Carolina State 3A Championship. I averaged 22 points, 9 assists, and shot 59% from the field and 80% from the free throw line. I finished the season 1st Team Associated Press All-State. After careful consideration, my decision boiled down to two great Universities: Appalachian State & Clemson.
The Night God Spoke
Our Clemson University bus pulls up to the Dean E. Smith Center. The Clemson Tiger Men’s Basketball team had never beat the North Carolina Tarheel Men’s Basketball team on their home court. As for me I had experienced a measure of success at The Dean Dome. A rush of images race through my mind. The stage is set, all 4 high school boys state championships are to be played here at the Smith Center. It’s my senior year at R.S Central High School. In the closing seconds I assisted on the go ahead bucket, stole the ball from the opposition, got fouled and with 5 seconds remaining sank 2 game sealing free throws. Forever cementing my R.S. Central Hilltoppers into North Carolina basketball history.
My sophomore year started off great, I was the starting guard on an up-and-coming Tiger team. The previous year we were ACC regular season champs, one of Clemson’s greatest teams. I’m over visiting my teammates Mike & Mike, 2 of the craziest players to wear a Tiger uniform. We are laughing at them making fun of me, when a sexy long-legged blonde interrupts us. Taylor had been my friend since the beginning of freshman year. Our relationship was purely platonic, however she had gone through a few of my teammates and one of the Mikes was her latest victim. She sees me and gives this look that at first frightens me. Taylor was a man-eater of epic proportions, and I was sure she would gobble me up. However, she had other ideas for yours truly.