He says.  (What a sweet kid.)  And, yes, brilliant player.

He’s going to the NBA.  The numbers wrote the script.  I get it.  But I don’t have to like it.  Somehow, I just feel like professional ball (of any sort) robs the innocence from–well, from sweet kids.  (Though it does build the bank account.)  Even tainted NBA players make alumni associations very, very happy, I guess.  Fight, you K-State Wildcats, for alma mater fight, fight, fight …

 

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