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We Never Stop

Almost no one in America knew who you were two days ago, Jack Gohlke

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Coming out of high school John Calipari didn’t fly his leer jet to your house and woo you to come play for Kentucky. He didn’t think you were good enough to play for his team. He didn’t care about you because you weren’t a five-star McDonalds All-American. You weren’t talented enough in his view. He didn’t give a hoot who you were.

Then last night you showed him. You torched his slew of McDonald’s All-Americans with 10 3-point bombs and 32 points. Those pompous blue bloods couldn’t handle you. You outshot them, outplayed them, and shattered their season into pieces of shrapnel, booting them out of the March Madness tournament. You’re officially First Team All Sportface.

You seized the moment to let the entire basketball world know who you are and how sweet your bombs are. I feel sure for most of your life you’ve been alone for thousands of hours by yourself practicing those quick-release long balls wondering all the while if you would ever get the chance to blowtorch the blue blood on a national stage with millions of Americans watching.

You probably doubted it would ever happen because so often what we hope for doesn’t come to be. How long it must have seemed to you, how incredibly unlikely, to get your one chance to prove you could beat all the guys who got the sweet scholarships to the best basketball schools while you got marginalized and ended up at Oakland University which no one has ever considered a basketball mecca.

Like so many of us in our own lives, you got shunned and disregarded and disrespected and had to wake up for so many years enduring that harsh situation, the lack of belief in what you were capable of, the utter disinterest.

Then last night happened. It all came together like a symphony hitting all the right notes, in unison, making delicious sounds. All the endless and lonely muscle memory drills to run off picks and fire away from way out paid off in a bigger and more impressive way and on a more high-profile stage than you ever have hoped for. You stuck a jumper. And another. Ten in total. Hot as the sun. Truth was, no one on Kentucky could stop you – all those supposedly superstars you humbled.  How could that be? They’re so great, aren’t they?

Evidently, not as great as you.

Makes me wonder why coach Cal didn’t fly his jet to offer you a scholarship. He blew it: he acts superior but he obviously isn’t.

Before the game, he bragged about all the NBA players who played for him at Kentucky. Then proved how incapable he was at stopping you from destroying his supposedly better players.

You proved to him and his players and all Americans that you’re better than all of them. Sometimes people who deserve more get overlooked. Being spurned, the fire inside their souls intensifies.

You inspired all of us who have been ridiculed and kicked to the sideline to rise above all that guff, and the naysayers, and shine when the lights are burning the brightest.

Sammy Sportface

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Sammy Sportface, a sports blogger, galvanizes, inspires, and amuses The Baby Boomer Brotherhood. And you can learn about his vision and join this group's Facebook page here:

Sammy Sportface Has a Vision -- Check It Out

Sammy Sportface -- The Baby Boomer Brotherhood Blog -- Facebook Page

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