John Burns keeps it going

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And all this, dear reader, came to pass without lowering King Sam’s standards, for the young knight and his band of brothers were all, to a man, deserving of places in that special little school in that special little town, and never will you hear that gainsaid. Yea, verily I say unto thee, most of the young knights errant who tended the flame in the days of the Lefthander would not gain admittance to that place today. And so, my young ones, be it known throughout the land, that Davidson does things the right way.

And verily it came to pass that Sir Dell and his Lady of Curry came to the keeper of the bottle and asked that he take care of their young knight in training. When the keeper agreed, Sir Dell entrusted him with a magic bean which had been a gift of the basketball gods. The magic bean was planted in the bottle. The keeper watered the magic bean and cared for it until the beanstalk had grown all the way to the top of the NCAA sky. Then the keeper and young Steph climbed the beanstalk, defeated the Zag guarding the castle in the sky and then slew Goliath himself.

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With this:

My lasting impression from this season, thanks to these gutsy kids, is the feeling I had when that shot left Jason’s hand. Joy. Anticipation. Hope. What happened next is irrelevant.

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March 24, 2008: "The big kids all knew"

John Burns '92 on DavidsonCats:

Last Monday, I convinced my six-year-old son to wear his Stephen Curry No. 30 jersey to school at his elementary school here in Raleigh.

When he came home, I asked him what people thought of his cool jersey (he’s in first grade - the process of molding a fan must be begun early …).

His response, as it often is when he is asked about his day, was, “I don’t know.” Nobody, it seemed, knew who Davidson was or why No. 30 was worth wearing.

What a difference a week makes.

You can bet that I asked him to wear it again this morning, and after going to the game with me on Friday, and getting caught up in the excitement, he readily agreed. So off he went: white long sleeve T-shirt, Stephen Curry No. 30 jersey down to his knees, black sweats and “the shoes that make me go fast.”

Tonight, I called to tell him good night (I’m working late to make up for the hours I spent on Davidson basketball this week). And from the first second he picked up the phone, the conversation went a little something like this:

“Dad, the bus driver liked my shirt.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. And Kobe did too.”

“Who’s Kobe?”

“A big kid on my bus. He said it was a cool shirt. He told me Davidson won.”

“But you knew that.”

“Yeah. I told him. I told him I went to the game and the gray and blue guy missed his foul shot and Davidson won.”

“Awesome.”

“Yeah, he said it was really awesome. The big kids all knew it was Stephen Curry’s jersey.”

My fellow ‘Cats, we have broken into the big time. Elementary school kids in Raleigh, normally decked out in Duke and Tar Heel blue, were telling my little boy that his Stephen Curry jersey was “really awesome.”

This is every bit as cool as I thought it would be. Don’t wake me up. It’s too much fun.

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