How the Serbian center has transcended the sport’s boundaries with his vision and trickery
Memory: My first JV game on the road. Butterflies crazing my stomach. Itchy uniform. I know I’m coming off the bench. After warmups the first quarter is a blur of adrenaline and hope. Coach barks my name and I move to check in, and while squatting by the scorer’s table I see the opposing point guard blitz up court on a fast break and thoughtlessly bounce a pass between the legs of my friend Jay, our star center, standing there like a dumbfounded tree. A streaking wing receives that pass and finishes a reverse layup. “Wait,” I freeze. “Wait… what?”
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