by PointGuard » Sun Feb 03, 2013 7:15 pm
We have a mini-celebration on the bus going back to the hotel, but everyone realizes we’re only to the semifinals at this point and the top 4 teams in the conference are left standing.
When I get to my hotel room, I find a message on my phone. It’s from Denny Starwick, the lead NCAA investigator. He says he’s in town to watch the tournament and asks me to call him at his hotel as soon as I get this message. I’m confused by this since it seems highly inappropriate, but call him nonetheless. Denny answers and asks me to come over to his hotel because he wants to talk to me. I reply, “Hey, I’ve got a team in the middle of the conference tourney and need to maintain my focus. Why can’t this wait?” In his typical asinine way, he simply responds, “Look Spencer, just get over here!” Swearing under my breath, I just say “Alright.”
I scrape snow and ice from the windshield of my rental car that was in the hotel parking lot, swearing out loud at this point. His freakin’ hotel is clear across town. The roads are in terrible shape, since the south just isn’t prepared for snow removal and the temperature dipping down to the low 20’s has also created areas of ice on the roads.
Following a few minor skids this way and that en route to his hotel, I finally arrive and go to the room number he provided. I knock…it seems to take an eternity for Denny the Jerk to answer the door. No greeting, just a hand gesture for me to enter. We sit down at a table in his room. He goes to the mini-refrig and takes out two bottles of liquor, handing one to me. I say, “No thanks.” He glares at me and says, “Come on, take it. I want a drink but don’t want to drink alone.” I give him an icy stare, but finally plop a few ice cubes in a glass, open the bottle and pour the contents of the mini-bottle into the glass.
Denny takes a long, slow drink of his drink, elicits a long “ahhh” before finally starting the conversation. “OK, let me get right to it, Spencer. The NCAA is pushing to get this investigation finished. I really think there are more things to look into so I’m not happy at all that I’m getting this kind of pressure. It’s unusual, and I’m not sure if it’s coming from your school’s administration, team boosters, or the ACC, but it’s crap. Anyway, not much I can do about it. But I just wanted to tell you to your face that I don’t think there is ANY way that you could have recruited the talented players you did, particularly at the 3 previous low-prestige schools, without some cheating. And yeah, I haven’t uncovered what you did yet, but if the NCAA wasn’t putting a damper on this investigation, I’d eventually dig up the dirt.”
I look at him incredulously, letting him vent his invectives. After he seems to be done, I clear my throat, lean forward toward him and say, “OK, Starwick, you’ve had your say, so here’s mine. I know there is nothing that I or anyone else can do to change your pre-suppositions and what has become your march toward a conclusion you are bent upon deriving. But…I’m looking you straight in the eye right now and telling you for a last time…there was no cheating, there were no short-cuts taken, there were no promises given that went beyond the rules, there were no bribes, no gifts, no girls, nothing. And I don’t give a damned if you continue this investigation to the ends of the earth. You’re not going to find anything. Go ahead and butt your head against the wall all you want. Now, I took your liquor, but you can see it’s still in the glass. I don’t want it. I don’t want a damned thing from you.” Standing, I finish with, “I’ve got a team to prepare for its next tournament game,” and walk out of his room.
Getting to my car, I sit in the freezing rental car for several minutes trying to get control of my emotions. I finally start the car, turn on the heater, and make my way gingerly through the parking lot and onto the road back to our team hotel. It’s now super-late. I turn the radio up high to ensure I don’t get sleepy on the way back. The roads are icy, but fortunately there are few other cars on the road. I come to a split in the road. Not knowing the route well, I head to the left but at the last instant realize I should be taking the route to the right. Not wanting to go the wrong way and have to figure out how to get turned around, I make a quick correction.
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