This Jeremy story is having a profound affect on me. I can’t deny it. I could not fall asleep until 7 AM, I dreamt that we were kicking it after his game, and I woke up with regret that I didn’t enact my plan to make a personalized player app for him this summer.
Fortune really does favor those who work hard, are prepared for their opportunity, and have an unwavering faith in their abilities. He really, truly thought he was going to make it in the NBA, and that’s the reason he is now the biggest story in Manhattan since George Washington’s inaugural presidential address. He arrived in New York and changed their constitution so profoundly we should call him Alexander Hamilton! (Sorry, been reading a biography.)
I know being jealous sounds ridiculous in retrospect, but I was having a good career and believed in myself too! Making the NBA was my ultimate goal. You have to possess a certain amount of confidence to have that dream when you play for Harvard. And in 2007 it was not a foregone conclusion that one of us would be starring in front of 18,000 people for one of basketballs storied franchises while the other would be overseas haggling with his owner about how it is borderline sadistic to tell someone to ride a bike to practice after taking away their car when they go home to recover from a surgery.
Jeremy worked his ass off for everything he got, but even he can’t deny that Coach Amaker treated him like a son and constantly built him up while simultaneously putting me through the ringer and making me scrap with freshman for minutes (what up O.) But at this point I have finally come to terms with the fact that he deserves all the adulation that is coming his way. I can only imagine how cool it must be to have the crowd at Madison Square Garden chanting MVP as you shoot free throws. That’s what every player dreams about. It is a relief to no longer resent your friend but rather to see him as the ultimate proof that, as Kevin Garnett put it, “ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!!”