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Extrait: Dream Again



I am seven feet tall, so I stand out everywhere I go. Each time I shop at the mall, every time I get out of my car at a gas station, anytime I walk across campus at school, people notice me. Standing out or being different is something I?ve just had to deal with my whole life. But it?s not my height that really makes me different from everyone else in the world; it?s my vision.

Let me explain. I take great pride in how well I see the game of basketball, especially when I am out there competing on the court. I can see a teammate coming open off a cut before he?s actually open. I?ll beat you to the ball because I can see on which side of the paint a rebound is going to fall before the shot is missed. I can tell if a double team is coming to trap me in the post before it actually gets to me. I?ve worked hard all my life to see these things better than other players.

But there are a lot of guys out there who work hard to have that kind of vision on the court. So when I talk about ?the way I see,? I am also talking about something much bigger. I strive to have a life vision. Life vision is similar to vision on the court, but instead of being all about the game, it?s all about how well you can visualize your dreams. My whole life I?ve tried to look toward the positive, even in the worst circumstances, and I see my dreams coming true.

From the time I was five years old living in California, I had a vision of playing in the NBA. I know a lot of other kids might say that kind of thing, but this was different. Even when I was a child, I could see myself on the stage at Radio City Music Hall on draft night. I could visualize every part?I could see myself dressed in a crisp suit, sitting at a table with my family, hugging my mom and dad when my name was called, walking up those stairs to shake hands with the commissioner, taking the franchise hat, smiling for the cameras, and letting my personality shine while I did the post-draft interviews. For as long as I can remember, I could see all of those details clearly when I laid my head down on the pillow at night, when I woke up in the morning, every time I took the court, and each time I stood on my driveway to practice the game I love so much. That vision drove me to where I am today; it made me the person I am right now. Although I?ve had a difficult time seeing the details in my everyday life that most people take for granted, I could still always see my dream.

A big part of my story is about dreams and what it takes to make them come true. That kind of vision comes from hard work, grinding it out every day, especially on the days when I didn?t feel like working. It comes from the support of family, learning to overcome adversity, and staying positive, even when everything in the world around me was negative. I think that?s one of the reasons why I?ve always liked the Bible character Joseph. Every time my preacher would talk about Joseph, he?d talk about dreams. I could identify with Joseph because even when things were tough for him, when he was in trouble, separated from his family, and no one else believed in him, he still held on to his vision; he still kept his dreams in sight.

Since God gave Joseph his dreams, Joseph knew that meant they would come true. And just the same for me, I believed God had given me this dream of playing in the NBA and it was destined to be true.

FIVE DAYS BEFORE the 2014 NBA draft, I woke up early with my heart beating fast. Leading up to this big day, I had traveled to NBA franchises all over the country and competed as hard as I could through eleven different workouts. I checked my phone when I got out of bed that morning to reread the messages from my agent, Dwon Clifton, who had received great news from one of my last workouts with the Los Angeles Clippers.

After a great sophomore season at Baylor, which included a Sweet 16 appearance in the NCAA tournament, I made the difficult decision to leave college at the end of season and enter my name into the draft. My head coach, Scott Drew, along with the rest of the Baylor coaching staff, helped me make the best possible decision and then supported and encouraged me once my choice was final. Still, a lot of people doubted my decision to come out of college early. The experts said I wasn?t ready. Early on in the process I attended the NBA combine and was flagged to do some testing on my heart, so several of the scouts had me going late in the second round and a lot of people even had me projected as going undrafted. But I knew it was my time. I can?t explain it any better than that. I didn?t necessarily want to leave the campus I loved so much, but I had this gut feeling that it was my moment to go.

Throughout the whole pre-draft process, I only had one terrible performance, and that was mainly because I had been sick with some type of flu. My energy was low for the workout, and I know it had a huge effect on how I played that afternoon. There were a few moments where things didn?t look good, but I stayed positive and kept hanging on to my vision. The truth is that the more I played and interviewed for teams, the better news my agent seemed to be getting. There were several teams who were interested in taking me with their first-round pick.

In addition to wanting to see my dream fulfilled, I also felt I had something to prove about myself and my ability. I had a pretty big chip on my shoulder because of the lack of respect I got as a player all season?even when my numbers and performances were consistently better than some of the guys who were projected to be solid first-round draft picks. I knew when all the talk was done, when we were in the gym going at it, I was going to rise to the top. I never let the doubters get me down, though?in fact, they drove me to work even harder. I stayed focused, and sure enough, my name continued to climb higher on the draft board, even ahead of players who had gotten a lot more hype than me during the college season.

When my agent called that Friday morning with great news from the Clippers, I was so excited. They told him that I shot the ball better than a lot of guards they had already tried out. They liked how energetic I was around the basket, how versatile I was for a seven-foot player, and how good my passing and dribbling were for a guy my size. They said I was very skilled and that they thought they could help me put some weight on and that I might be a great fit in their program. The NBA is big business and there are no guarantees, but the Clippers had a late first-round pick. They were a veteran team, and my agent believed it would be a great place for me to develop my game and learn from the best. We had gotten this kind of feedback from a couple of other teams, and I started to believe I had a legitimate shot at the first round. I ate breakfast thinking about those texts, the Clippers, playing on the same team with guys like Chris Paul and Blake Griffin, being coached by a future Hall of Fame guy like Doc Rivers . . . I imagined playing in front of thousands of fans and even Hollywood movie stars sitting courtside to watch every game. I was thinking about what it meant to be a first-rounder after I had spent my whole college career with people on the outside, criticizing and doubting my ability. It was hard not to be too excited. But I had to stay focused. I was about to head to Chicago, another solid team with a great coach and a lot of veterans, for my final workout the next morning. That?s right, the Bulls, the team that one of my idols, Michael Jordan, helped lead to six championships.

MY HIGH SCHOOL coach and mentor, Coach Ray, picked me up early to head over to Mo Williams?s gym. I have known Ray since I was a sophomore in high school. He was one of the best coaches in the Dallas area, and he had introduced me to Mo, who has been in the league since 2003 and has even played in the All-Star game. He?s not only a close friend of mine, but he has also taken me under his wing and taught me a lot about the game. He knows all about the business of what it takes to prepare physically and mentally for the NBA, and he let me train at his gym to get myself ready for the draft. Mo calls his place the Mo Williams Academy. It has a weight room, some turfs for pushing and pulling sleds to strengthen my legs, and a full-court regulation gym. Like a lot of other great players from the Dallas area, the Academy had been my lab; it was the place where I had prepared for my dream for years. If I wasn?t in Waco with my Baylor family, I was usually at Mo?s working out on my own or with the athletes who went there to improve their game and get bigger and stronger and faster.

Ray and I met up with my trainers, Jay Jackson and Keith Sweat, and walked into the gym laughing and talking about the good news from LA and feeling hopeful about the week ahead. I had already shaken off the cobwebs following my flights from Dallas to LA to Toronto and back home all in one week. That kind of travel was just a little taste of the NBA grind I would experience during my upcoming rookie season. Jay and Sweat are like brothers to me. Jay had played college basketball in Mississippi and was Mo?s personal trainer. Sweat was an awesome coach who was really helping me develop my ball-handling skills?something that separated me from other big guys. They had closed down the Academy that day so we could do our work without getting interrupted. Once we hit the floor, Ray did what he always does: he helped me focus my vision on the next play. Yeah, my dreams were close, but it wasn?t time to celebrate just yet; it was time to go to work and prepare for my tryout in Chicago.

Everybody told me it would be a ?light? day at the gym. Ray is always coming up with new footwork and shooting drills and pulling new stuff together for me from watching tape of NBA great Hakeem Olajuwon, so his workouts are never boring. They said they wanted to make sure that I was fresh when I hit the court for my last tryout, in Chicago, but every time I get on the court I look at it as a chance to get better, so I never want to take it easy. I went hard through my shooting workouts: post moves, free throws, jump shots, threes, and then I finished up on the court with some ball-handling drills. Even though it was all pretty routine, Jay and Sweat made it interesting and fun, as usual?so I never felt bored with the kind of ?normal? workout I had probably done a couple thousand times. Jay even made me do some light work in the weight room for a while before I finished up and hit the showers. I?m not sure I could?ve imagined at that moment how different my whole life would be the next time I stepped onto the basketball court at Mo?s Academy. We stood around and talked for a few minutes about my upcoming trip to Chicago, and then Coach Ray got a call to invite us all over to Mo?s house and kick it for the rest of the day.

I rode with Ray across town to Mo?s house, and we got there early in the afternoon. It was perfect weather, a great day to be outside, and Mo was hanging out with his wife and kids in the backyard grilling up his usual feast. Mo can cook just as well as he can play ball. Jay and Sweat drove over, too, and we spent the day talking about life and relaxing. Mo has some great experiences from his time as a professional basketball player, and getting to listen to him tell stories about the league and what he?s learned is priceless. Whenever he talks, believe me, I am taking notes.

One of my favorite things about going to Mo?s house is getting to hang out with his five kids. I have been around little kids my whole life. Growing up, I was the oldest and Mom would always put me in charge of babysitting my little brother and sister and sometimes watching over our neighbor?s kids, too. To tell you the truth, one of my favorite things to do when I am not playing basketball is to be ?the big brother.? Kids are so full of joy and energy. It is relaxing to take a break from all the competition and focus my attention on them instead of the next thing I have to do, the next place I have to be, or the next drill I?ve got to win. That?s why I?ve always loved hanging with the kids and teaching at camps. If there is a place away from the court I feel most comfortable, it is working with kids. Mo?s crew of little ones and I played video games and then went out to the driveway to play basketball. I was doing different dunks for them and lifting their little bodies so they could jam the ball in the basket. Mainly, I was goofing off and making them laugh. I remember thinking that it was a perfect day hanging around people who have become like family to me.

Ray felt it was time to head out around eight o?clock that night, and he offered to drive me over to my aunt Evelyn?s house. I remember him saying he had to make a call before we left. He walked out to the driveway by himself and seemed to be having a serious conversation on his phone while I said good-bye to Mo and his family. I was staying with my aunt Evelyn and uncle Dre in Dallas a lot that summer because it was closer to the airport and the Academy. Evelyn and Dre are great people who love to laugh and play games, and they have been part of my family since I was a freshman in high school. They aren?t my aunt and uncle by blood, but over the years their house has become my second home.

I wanted to be rested and ready for my last NBA workout in Chicago so I could finish strong. Coach Ray and I talked a lot on that long drive from Mo?s to my aunt?s house. We were messing around with each other and laughing, listening to music, and having a good conversation. Ray and I text each other almost every day, so he pretty much knows about everything going on in my life. I wouldn?t be who I am today without him. He always tells me the truth and keeps me grounded; he?s taught me so much about staying focused on my dreams.

As we drove, Ray asked how I was feeling about the whole interview process and my tryouts. I was hyped and busy talking about how ready I was for Chicago and how excited I was about the draft on Thursday, but I clearly remember that he interrupted something that I was saying and told me how proud he was of me. Coach Ray and I have a lot of history; he?s been with me through so many tough times. He told me he was proud of me for the way I had been maturing on and off the court. And I still remember his last comment on our drive together. He said very seriously that no matter what happened he knew I was going to be all right. Everything was going to be okay.

The car got real quiet, and I closed my eyes, thinking about how close it all was to being real. In just five short days, I?d be there in New York City. I had already chosen my suit. My parents; my fifteen-year-old younger brother, Noah; and my eleven-year-old sister, Narah; Coach Ray; my agent Dwon; and Coach Drew (from Baylor) would all be sitting around that table with me. My man Cory Jefferson was going to be there, too, with his people. Cory was my teammate at Baylor and had become a really good friend. It was going to be a great night for both of us. The commissioner, Adam Silver, would walk up on the stage and call my name just how I had always envisioned it. And the best part was: I just knew in my heart it was going to happen in the first round. That?s right, prime-time TV. ESPN. I knew I was going to get called; the only question I had left in my mind was which franchise hat I would be putting on when I posed with the commissioner for t...

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