But they also talked, still, about a game the year before, at home against UNC Greensboro, when Stephen was a freshman. And they talked about one play more than any other. Davidson had a tight six-point lead with 10 minutes left in the second half. Then Stephen hit a three-pointer from the right side. Then he ran back on defense and stole a long pass. Then he dribbled down the left sideline at a full sprint for about 50 feet with a defender running next to him. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped at the three-point line, the defender’s momentum carried him past the baseline, and Stephen stepped back. Slow. Calm. And he swished another three. And the six-point lead was a 12-point lead, and it had happened in 12 seconds, and Stephen ran down the court toward the student section and smiled and stuck out his tongue and looked like a little boy.
After the game McKillop called it as magical a sequence as he had ever seen.
Those 12 seconds changed the tenor of the talk about basketball around the Davidson campus.
The crowds grew.
No one wanted to miss what the kid would do next.
4.22.2009
In the beginning
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