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My sophomore year of college, I had a teammate named Steve.

Steve was the son of a basketball coach, and solid in his fundamentals, although not physically gifted or talented. Steve knew all the right things to do and the right places to be on the court, but couldn’t quite do much once he got to those spots.

By my sophomore year of college, my talent in basketball was starting to show, but having got a late start, I was a late bloomer. I was just now catching up on the basketball playing experience that people like Steve, who’d grown up in a basketball family, had been getting since they were six or seven years old.

Thus, we ended up teammates at a small college.

Our team was terrible that year. Our coach was fired after the season.

The new coach had a plan of “cleaning house,” getting rid of many players from the previous regime, and replacing them with his own recruits. This is common in college sports, and

that’s exactly what he did.

Long story short, both me and Steve found ourselves out of the basketball program by the middle of the following season.

Here is where our paths diverged.

The day that I knew I would no longer be on the basketball team, my mind immediately went into reconstructive mode.

I started envisioning what I was going to do with the rest of my time in college. I was on track to graduate. And I was…