Back in the day, when my recruiting service was in full swing, I thought I’d struck gold with a lanky, 6’5″ basketball prospect destined for Florida Gulf Coast University.
Little did I know, I was signing up for a trainwreck of epic proportions.
The kid had potential, sure, but potential only takes you so far.
When the school decided to redshirt him during their transition to Division 1, his dad threw a fit like a spoiled child denied a toy.
They spat in the face of reason, choosing to jump ship rather than tough it out. And so began the saga of a kid who couldn’t hack it.
From Florida to Tennessee, this sorry excuse for a player hopped from one program to another like a frog on hot pavement.
But talent? Nowhere to be found.
He couldn’t cut it, plain and simple. The coaches tried, bless their hearts, but you can’t polish a turd.
Midway through the season, the truth reared its ugly head.
This kid wasn’t just bad; he was a liability.
So what does he do? He packs up his bags and flees into the night, leaving his teammates in the lurch.
No goodbye, no explanation—just a cowardly retreat.
And where does he end up? Back in Florida, tail tucked between his legs, playing for some nobody school nobody’s ever heard of.
Meanwhile, the team he ditched? They’re making headlines, tearing it up in the NCAA tournament without him.
Talk about a missed opportunity.
So here’s the moral of the story, kiddos: when the going gets tough, don’t be like this sorry excuse for a basketball player.
Stick it out, work your tail off, and earn your stripes.
Because in the end, winners never quit, and quitters?
Well, they end up as cautionary tales, laughed at by the very parents who coddled them.