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That week Sullivan called me and the other two captains of the Woodrow Wilson High basketball team into his office.

“We want to send a letter to Middletown wishing them luck in the tournament,” he said.

To his face I told him, “They’re our biggest rivals, and I didn’t feel we played them to the best of our capabilities, and I refuse to sign it.” He talked about sportsmanship. “It has nothing to do with sportsmanship,” I said. “It has everything to do with winning.” And I walked out.

My anger was so great that I also refused to go to the end-of-season party with my teammates. A couple of friends brought a case of beer. We walked into the woods and got drunk.

I told my two buddies how fucking pissed off I was that we had done nothing to change the offense. I told them exactly what we could have done to win the game. Yes, I had gone to Bob Pettit’s basketball camp for two years and I had learned a lot. But was that any reason for Sullivan not to listen to me? I will never forgive Coach Sullivan for as long as I live.