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left and right in five on five. I was the<br />
kid who got picked last. And I took<br />
offense to that. People have always<br />
told me I’m too short, I’m not strong<br />
enough, I’m too slow.<br />
I’ve always had a chip on my shoulder,<br />
my mom was 4-foot-6, legally a<br />
dwarf. My dad was six-foot-two. I ended<br />
up five-foot-seven. I played every<br />
game, every practice, every possession<br />
as it was my last. I was taught that<br />
by the legend Jim Goorman a Hall of<br />
Fame Coach to play every game like<br />
it is your last because you will never<br />
know when you have to hang the<br />
shoes up.<br />
I didn’t start playing organized basketball<br />
until the seventh grade. I was<br />
always a little bit heavy. In football I<br />
played fullback and middle linebacker.<br />
So my skillset on the court wasn’t the<br />
best. I tore my ACL in the eighth grade<br />
in the first game of the season, and<br />
that ended my football career. A year<br />
long recovery would make me miss<br />
the basketball season as well.<br />
Freshman year of high school, I<br />
struggled with classes and was ineligible<br />
halfway through the season. I<br />
then saw Western Michigan Christian<br />
(WMC) High School in Norton Shores<br />
win its third state basketball championship<br />
in a row. I told my mom we<br />
needed to check this school out, and<br />
she agreed. I went on a shadow visit<br />
and met a man that would change my<br />
life entirely. Jim Goorman, aka “Gip,”<br />
was the varsity basketball coach at the<br />
time, and a well known coach in Muskegon.<br />
I talked to him about playing<br />
varsity.<br />
“I’ll have to see you play,” he said.<br />
“We have a lot of talent on this team<br />
right now. We’ll see if you can make<br />
it.”<br />
After, that summer of training,<br />
and playing on the American Youth<br />
Basketball Tour team (AYBT) at WMC,<br />
I ended up transferring to WMC. It is<br />
one of the best choices I ever made in<br />
my life.<br />
Sure enough, I wasn’t good enough<br />
and did not make the varsity team.<br />
Three Division I players were on the<br />
varsity team. I didn’t play much when I<br />
was on the JV team because of grades.<br />
I also had attitude problems at home<br />
and at school. Life was tough. My dad<br />
wasn’t in my life at the time, after he<br />
got in a drunk driving accident, nd<br />
he really never played a major role.<br />
He was there as much as he could be<br />
when I was younger. I remember the<br />
times when we would grill out and<br />
always push the patties into the grill to<br />
hear the sizzle. My dad always loved<br />
to cook and I would look forward to<br />
coming over in the summer on my<br />
weekend visits. But, one thing that has<br />
always stuck with me, was what he<br />
said to me when I started to tell him<br />
what I wanted to be when I got older.<br />
I remember him telling me when I<br />
was 13 years old that I would never<br />
make it to the pros.<br />
“You’re not good enough,” he said.<br />
“You never will be.”<br />
That stung. It made me feel worthless.<br />
It put a burning desire in me to<br />
prove him wrong.<br />
After my sophomore season I<br />
was fed up with not playing a lot. I<br />
played on an AAU team that spring<br />
and worked my butt off that summer<br />
to make the varsity team. I made the<br />
team, but other assistant coaches<br />
didn’t want me on the team. Only Gip,<br />
the head coach, believed I deserved a<br />
spot. We struggled that season with a<br />
5-16 record, Gip’s last year coaching.<br />
He had become a strong father figure<br />
to me by that time.<br />
I had another summer to improve,<br />
where I worked twice as hard, four<br />
hours a day in the gym. Ball handling<br />
with a WMC legend London Burris,<br />
shooting drills with Evan Bruinsma,<br />
arguably the best player to come out<br />
of WMC. I had a decent senior year<br />
of high school. I made the front cover<br />
of the Grand Rapids Press newspaper<br />
sports section and the Grand Haven<br />
Tribune front cover for my hard work<br />
on the court. I’ll be honest I did not<br />
know about it until a few friends<br />
showed me. I hit a few buzzer beaters,<br />
one for the win and one for a tie. But, I<br />
was inconsistent.<br />
My mom watched my best game I<br />
ever played all around. It was at our<br />
crosstown rival Muskegon Catholic<br />
Central. It was the Catholics against<br />
the Christians. My first shot was in and<br />
out. The next one, came off a screen<br />
and I let it fly from deep and let’s just<br />
say the bank was open at 8 p.m. It<br />
continued throughout the night. I hit<br />
another three-pointer and it hit the<br />
front of the rim and bounced in. At<br />
that point, anything I shot was going<br />
in, at least I thought. My next shot was<br />
a 75 footer for the tie at the end of the<br />
third quarter. Our student section went<br />
nuts. I was smiling, but I knew we had<br />
another quarter to play. We would go<br />
on to win by a final score of 55-48.<br />
All I remember is looking at my mom<br />
tearing up telling everyone, “that’s my<br />
son.”<br />
That night, I walked outside to the<br />
car with my mom, carrying her oxygen<br />
tanks. My mom went through a lot.<br />
She had asthma and suffered from<br />
heart failure when she had my twin<br />
brothers. She started crying in the car<br />
and told me that it was the best game<br />
she ever saw me play. I thanked her<br />
and told her it was for her.<br />
Receiving my diploma was the<br />
biggest accomplishment for me at<br />
the time. I didn’t know that my high<br />
school graduation would be the last<br />
time I would ever take a picture with<br />
my mom.<br />
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