Most of you will probably recognize my stories better than my face or my name.
Well, those were all me.
I’ve been so fortunate, so blessed, to have seen all these games and met all these people in person. They’re experiences I’ll never forget.
But for every story I’ve written — for every basket, foul, or 3-pointer — there’s so many behind the scenes I’ve never gotten to write about.
Say, the time I danced with Kennedy Meeks in a fraternity basement four years ago.
Or when I took shots with Nate Britt at Country Fried Duck; spoke with head coach Roy Williams on my personal cell phone; grabbed bagels at Alpine with Luke Maye or watched Isaiah Hicks play Call of Duty in his room.
I don’t mean to sound pretentious with any of this. I just wish I could’ve shared all these moments as they happened — reminded you all how basketball players on a screen are really just normal people like you and me.
Because that’s what you guys want to read. You saw Maye’s shot; you don’t need me to describe it. What you want to know is what happened next. What you want to know is what really goes down in that huddle.