ball in Trueâs hands. Lee smiling as he nodded at Drew and said, âHow can I be the man when that guy right there is the man?â
Somehow it made Drew feel worse, Lee giving him a pass on the way the game had ended on the night when Drew
didnât
pass.
Before the reporters left Drew, they kept trying to get him to talk up King and the forty-eight points heâd scored. Nobody came right out and said that King had won the personal battle between him and Drew, in addition to the game, but Drew could hear it implied in every question.
He just kept saying, over and over, âGlad I got to finally see him in person. Glad Iâm going to see him again before the season is over.â
Before he added this: âNext time Iâll be at my best.â
He went to the shower finally, stayed in there a long time under the hot water, trying to wash the game away. Heâd ended up with his twenty-two points, sixteen assists, and even pulled down eight boards. Yet it still felt as if heâd played the worst game of basketball since his first games as a freshman back at Archbishop Molloy.
The reporters were gone when he came out of the shower. Only Lee and Brandon and the Brandt twins were left in the locker room. Lee told Drew that the rest of the guys were already on their way to his house, to hang out and have pizza.
âWin as a team, lose as a team,â Lee said.
Brandon said, âNext time will be different.â
Tyler said, âYou missed shots tonight you usually make in your sleep, and we
still
almost beat that guy.â
Not Park. That guy. King Gadsen had won, Drew had lost. It wasnât what Tyler was trying to sayâhe was just trying to make Drew feel better. But thatâs what Drew heard.
Drew looked at Lee and said, âI really thought I could take it all the way.â
âDude,â Lee said, âyou donât have to explain anything to me. I was making shots before you ever got here, and we never got a sniff of a league title or a state title.â
Then he sighed and shook his head and said, âBut, man, we nearly beat those guys finally.â
It was then that Drew could see how much this game had hurt his friend, coming so close to beating Park. Drew was hurting, too. But not for the same reason. He felt bad because heâd
looked
bad.
Oakley had lost the game.
But Drew had lost face to King Gadsen.
In that way, it didnât matter to him that the loss had come against his schoolâs big rival. It could have come against anybody. This wasnât about school spirit, because Drew knew he didnât have any.
Another hard truth about True Robinson.
Lee asked if he was ready to go, and Drew said yeah. They both knew, without it even coming up, that Lee would drive him home when the team partyâif you could call it a partyâwas over. It was like that was one more part of the deal with them, something that was just understood.
âLetâs do this, then,â Lee said, âbefore the other guys eat up all the pizza.â
They walked out of the locker room and into the tunnel. Seth Gilbert was waiting across from the locker room door, texting somebody, looking impatient, which he could in the best of times.
He looked up at Drew and said, âLetâs go.â
âGo where?â Drew said.
âIâve got some people over at the house,â he said. âI want you to meet them, even though the night didnât turn out the way Iâd hoped.â
Drew wanted to tell him it hadnât exactly turned out the way he wanted, either. Instead he did something he did a lot with Mr. Gilbert: he swallowed the words.
It was then that Gilbert seemed to notice Lee standing there.
âTough loss, kid,â he said. âYou played good.â
Good?
Drew wanted to say. He made threes like Kevin Durant tonight, and you thought he played . . .
good
?
Drew didnât say that, either.
Lee thanked Mr.
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