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I bit my lip and held my tongue. In the rematch against Middletown, we did it his way; they held the ball, and they beat us. Middletown went on to win the state championship, a championship that could have been ours, if not for Coach Sullivan.

A new conference MVP award was inaugurated that year, and after our loss to Middletown in the conference championship, they held a ceremony. The award was presented to Middletown High School’s Bill Brown, who had eighteen rebounds and twenty points.

Before the announcement of the winner, players from both teams lined up on the court, and I was standing there stewing about the fact we had lost when I heard Brown’s name announced as the MVP. I walked off the court in a blind rage and made a beeline for our locker room.

Spectators whispered that I had left because I hadn’t won the award, but that wasn’t it at all. I couldn’t have cared less about the award. I walked off the court because I was so fucking pissed off that we had lost a game that we should have won. Jim Sullivan didn’t do anything to help us win, we lost, and that pissed me off royally.