The coach watched the big, clumsy kid flounder until he couldn't stand it any longer. He yanked him out of a freshman game a few weeks ago. "Your name's Conway, isn't it?" he asked. The kid's lip trembled. "Yes, sir," he replied. Said the coach: "Well, you're not playing like a
Conway, and if you don't do better you'll be the first Conway I ever saw sitting on the bench."
That would be calamitous. For 15 years at University School, a private prep school in a Cleveland suburb, the team had never been without a...
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