DeeOne craved a lot of attention. I realized this after he texted at 4:53 in the morning (Saturday) to let me know he sprained his ankle. Until this very moment, I'm not sure if he expected me to drive an hour to rub his ankle, or if he wanted a reassuring phone call. I simply looked at my phone in disgust and put it back on the nightstand.
A few hours later, he called to explain that his ankle was sprained while playing ball in a tournament. In the process he also sprained his finger badly. I listened to it all and told him to call me in a few days with an update. His willingness to share information about these injuries was interesting to me because, after all, his goal was to play in the fall.
The next day (which was a Sunday) he called me three straight times in the early evening. Since I was with family at the time, I opted not to pick up the phone. DeeOne didn't like this snub.
(via text)
DeeOne: Do you want me to play for you or not?
Me: What?
DeeOne: I'm sayin, you ain't actin like you want me.
Me: How do you want me to show I want you? I think you're good. You'll help us this fall.
DeeOne: That's it?
Me: I'm not getting where you're coming from. I'm with my family right now and don't have time for this nonsense.
DeeOne: I just don't feel the vibe that you want me up there. I'm that dude! I can ball!!!
Me: Maybe you're better off going somewhere else because I'm not gonna leave my family to massage your ego.
DeeOne: We can talk tomorrow, Coach. I just wanna know what you think of my game!
Me: No. Seriously. Go to another school. I'm annoyed you even texted me this bull!
A week later DeeOne called me. This time he was at the hospital. Early that morning he was in a car accident and hurt his knee in the wreck.
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