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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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Thursday, June 28, 2001
METRO FINAL
1C
MITCH ALBOM
Copyright (c) 2001, Detroit Free Press
WHY STUDY HISTORY WHEN YOU CAN MAKE IT?
NEW YORK -- It was still an hour before the summer sun dropped from the New York sky, and
outside the crowded Madison Square Garden Theatre, fans sat on steps, sweating
through tank tops. Inside, however, it was dark and cool, all long sleeves,
custom suits and silk ties. This was pro basketball's version of prom night.
The NBA Draft.
This one would change the landscape forever.
Three young men, each of whom was at least 6-foot-11, none of whom was more
than a few weeks out of high school, sat at separate tables in a blocked-off
VIP area by the stage. They were surrounded by their mothers, brothers,
fathers, cousins, buddies, girlfriends and, oh, yes, their agents, the ones
with the cell phones to their ears. Teenagers were for sale tonight -- a
record six high schoolers had declared for the draft -- and surprisingly,
they, not the older, more accomplished college players, were the coveted
items.
NBA Commissioner David Stern, the ring master of this event, went from table
to table, shaking hands with players's fathers and uncles, many of whom looked
young enough to be playing in the league. Across the floor, a live TV
broadcast was being sent around the world, and former NBA personalities
Charles Barkley and Rick Pitino were talking about players as if they weren't
in the room.
"Kwami Brown is gonna go first," Barkey announced.
A bounce pass away, Brown, the seventh of eight children, sat at his table,
wearing a custom-tailored light yellow suit. He didn't look at Barkley. He
looked at the big screen braodcast of Barkley. He heard the prediction and the
crowd roared. Kwami smiled.
High-schoolers go first
At the table in front of Brown sat Shane Battier and his family. Battier, at
22, was the old man of the night. A few months ago, he led Duke to an NCAA
championship. He was National College Player of the Year, Defensive Player of
the Year, a winner in every category, and, not to mention, a freshly minted
college graduate. A few years back, that would have put him at the top of the
heap.
Not anymore.
"With the No. 1 pick in the draft," Stern bellowed, "the Washington Wizards
select ...Kwami Brown, Glynn Academy ...
"With the No. 2 pick in the draft, the Los Angeles Clippers select ...Tyson
Chandler, Dominguez High School ...
"With the No. 4 pick in the draft, the Chicago Bulls select.... Eddie Curry,
Thornwood High School ..."
There it was. Shriley Temple Night for the American Sports Dream. Three of the
first four NBA picks were high school seniors -- the first time a prep star
has been No. 1 -- and the only pick in between, No. 3 overall, was a tall
Spaniard named Pau Gasol, who was all of 19.
Battier, meanwhile, mature, skilled, and proven, would not go until the No. 6
pick, the Vancouver Grizzlies. By the time he sauntered onto the stage to pull
on the Vancouver cap, Brown, Chandler and Curry were already on the other side
of the building, being interviewed by CNN, ESPN, CBS. ABC and NBC.
"Us high school guys are representin'," Brown said, smiling, "We're gonna
silence the critics."
Us high school guys?
Hoop dreams forever altered
Well, Brown, Curry and Chandler are indeed "representin' " but what they
represent is up for debate. This much is not: the dream has been altered. No
longer will young kids on asphalt courts dribble until it's dark outside while
whispering to themselves, "One day, I'm gonna get a college scholarship and go
to the NBA." The dream will now exclude that middle step.
In Brown's case, it already has. Someone asked him if, when he was younger, he
ever dreamed of going the traditional college-to-pros route.
"Never," he said blankly.
"But your older brother, Tabari, is on scholarship at Jacksonville
University," someone said. "Did he ever suggest you do the same?"
"No, cause I can beat him," Brown said. "He can't say nothing to me."
Talent talks, college walks. Promise has become more tempting than proof, and
NBA teams are now more worried about passing up the next Kobe Bryant than
picking the next Korleone Young. You may think this is a sad state of affairs,
or simply the American way. Either way, it is irreversible.
The danger, of course, is that if college isn't even a desire, then the
motivation to do anything more than stay eligible in high school is
diminished. This leads, inevitably, to broken dreams by kids who thought for
sure they're be "the next Kwami Brown" only to find themselves undrafted.
But Wednesday, before a cheering crowd on a New York night, no one spoke of
broken dreams. By the time the first round was over, only four college seniors
would be chosen, none, besides Battier, higher than 20th. Meanwhile, a fourth
high school player, DeSagana Diop was the No. 8 pick.
As Kwami Brown, history-maker, was being tugged at by TV reporters, I found
Battier and asked if he were saddened by the flip-flop in priorities.
"Not really," he said. "It may sound archaic, but I actually enjoyed college.
I was in no rush to leave it."
Imagine that.
Contact MITCH ALBOM at 313--223--4581 or albom@freepress.com. Catch "Albom in
the Afternoon" 3--6 p.m. weekdays on WJR--AM (760) and simulcast on MSNBC 3--5
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