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DEATH of a SEASON
The difference between winning and losing, advancing or going home, can sometimes come down to the smallest details. The margin of error in a playoff high school basketball game can be as thin as the head of a needle. A needle capable of protecting you against a deadly virus or of delivering a dose of death.
We are going through warm-ups, they pack the gym with fans milling around after the first game of the evening. Our rival Crest had lived up to their end of the expected match up of power houses destined to take the Southwestern Conference mantle forward to a NC 3A State Championship. Statesville would be but a pit stop before we would face our nemesis.
During the year, we played in two Instant Classics. We thought Crest High would be the only team capable of keeping us from our rightful place atop the North Carolina High School basketball world.
I remember a Crest’s Super Fan engaging my cousin and me trying to put a wedge in our team chemistry. We would hang amongst the fans during the halftime of the girl’s game, usually in the concession lobby before going in for our pre-game. We were there to check out the talent: hot Coeds.
The Super Fan speaks. Yea, everybody says Kincaid is the man. Kincaid this and Kincaid that. But Smith, you are just as talented and don’t receive nearly the credit you deserve. You are just as important as…
