![]() I promised myself I wouldn’t make the same mistake again. A year earlier I had failed to do the proper paperwork and missed my opportunity to try out as a freshman. On paper, the thought of potentially making a college basketball team roster should have been exciting, but for the past 24 hours I was going through it. I stared at the ceiling while lying in bed, contemplating my final decision. I was one of the 10 hopefuls that got a call back from day one. ![]() John’s University, where the second and final round of tryouts were to be held this morning at 6:30. It was about a 10-minute walk across campus to Taffner Field House, the newly-built practice facility for the Men’s basketball team at St. “If you’re gonna go, you need to leave by 6:15,” I said to myself. The noisy digital clock had a wooden surface and a black screen with glowing red numbers on it that read “6:00.” I opened my eyes and quickly rolled over to stop the alarm, mindful of my two roommates who shared the tiny dorm with me.
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