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Early in the morning, I’m awakened by a knock at my door. It’s my Mom. Says it’s Coach Bassett on the phone and he sounded upset. Groggy, I scrambled myself together. Picking up the phone, Coach started right in, said we needed to talk immediately. I agreed to meet him later that morning.
Long slow death drive up to Westwood on the 405. How much did he know? Was my college career over before it started? We met at the courts. Coach asked me point blank if I had a problem with drugs. He was the first person to ever ask me this. And all I had to do was say yes but I just couldn’t.
I wasn’t ready to be that honest. I told him it was a mistake, that I got caught up with some wrong guys and that it wouldn’t happen again. He said he had heard differently, that I was the problem and did he need to be concerned. Apologizing profusely, I again pleaded my case, giving Coach my word I wouldn’t be a problem.
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How much did he know?
The weekend before college. Its moving day. Moving out, moving in. Packing up my…