The coach sits in a darkened room reviewing game film of the next opponent. Trying to turn a surprise 3-0 start to four. From the distance the bounce of the ball and encouraging words can be heard. Who could be out here at this time of night? Coach walks thru the darkened tunnel to the court, only enough lights are on to illuminate half the court, there is the homegrown Alfred Webb, with him is someone who coach does not recognize. "Coach this is Mark Koenig who I went to school with, I think he can help us". Just then the head of scouting shows up and takes coach aside , "Paulie this guy was considered one of the top prospects of his time, but the night before the draft he disappeared and no one could ever figure out what happened to him, personally I thought he was dead. Now his defense is not great, and you can tell with that slender frame he ain't mixing it up down low but he can pop that pill." The scout nods, the players do a little one on one, the new guy takes Webb to the corner... Splash. The other corner.... splash. A head fake from the top of the key, couple of steps in from the elbow.... splash. " I want to see how he does in a crowd" just then a group of players come thru the darkness and a scrimmage begins. Some things the new guys does well enough, some not so well, some not a damn bit at all. But at the end coach looks around to the eager eyes around him, to the scout, to the janitor who stopped his duties to watch, and he cricks his neck. "Get him a jersey" and heads back down to the catacombs of his lair
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