![]() What would you do with that scrap of paper? What if there was literally only one place for salvation? Worse, what if a 6-10 frame and a decent game - the usual backbone to a ticket out - didn't merit so much as a sniff from a Division I, II or III college? Tales of sports as salvation aren't new: A game gives the ticket out of the rough neighborhood, offers the road to escape an otherwise bleak existence.īut what if the alternative wasn't just a rundown section of a city, but a place where more than 40 percent of the population lives in poverty? Where the unemployment rate is double that of the national average and 40 percent of kids drop out of high school? "All I had was a little bit of money and that piece of paper with Coach's number on it," Little Thunder said. If he lost the number, he lost his last shot at a future. If he lost the paper, he lost the number. Every time the bus stopped, Little Thunder scrambled in his seat to make sure he hadn't lost the worn-out scrap of paper stuffed in his pocket.īefore he left his home on the Lakota Nation reservation, Little Thunder had scratched a phone number on that piece of paper. The bus bounced along the highway from Eagle Butte, S.D., to Lawrence, Kan., covering the almost 700-mile trip in about 16 hours.įolded into one of the seats, 6-foot-10 Terrance Little Thunder tried to make himself comfortable enough to relax. You have reached a degraded version of because you're using an unsupported version of Internet Explorer.įor a complete experience, please upgrade or use a supported browser
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