(Note: Like the association I did with Bill Russell [which I still plan to try again at some point] this is a four year association with one player at its center.)
Every Division I team in the country had been watching this kid since he turned 12. He was the kid who had everything. Tall and rangy (grew to be 6’6 1/2”), a natural Point Guard who could play all 5 spots if need be, incredible reflexes and quickness, a vertical leap that seemed to be four feet (it wasn’t, of course), great defensive instincts, a passer as good as the best in hoops history, and born to shoot, with a range of at least 25 feet.
He was a bright kid who did very well in school, from a family that hadn’t allowed him to become a head case. At 17 he had perspective and good sense that was all but scary. Dad was a professor of Black Studies at a California Berkeley, and mom was a psychiatrist, M. D. and all. She had been an All American Shooting Guard and was her son’s first teacher, in hoops and in most everything else. Dad and son were also very close but dad had never been particularly athletic.
The family understood that their son could pick his school, literally any school in Division I. They insisted that he go to a very good academic school, and that was far more important than was the basketball program. At the same time they wanted their son to play for a good coach, a kid friendly coach, not a hothead, or a win at all costs guy. In the end they chose Tulane, a school that had never been a basketball power. It had the advantage of being mom’s alma mater, and it was considered a Southern equivalent of the Ivy League schools. The fact that Head Coach Wes Carter was a "player's coach" with a great reputation didn't hurt. Berkeley would have been closer to home but young Ali Rice wanted to be a little further from his parents, not because he planned to raise hell, which he didn’t, but because he wanted to spread his wings and make it on his own. Tulane Coach Wes Carter was ecstatic and couldn’t believe his luck.
Make no mistake, Ali Rice was not just the “phenom of the year,” he had the potential of being among the very best to ever play the game.
5/1: Carter chose to go for the National Gold Report.
6/26: Carter had himself a one man team. He had some smalls who could play at least a little but he had nothing inside. He would need to use his 3 scholarships on bigs. He knew he’d need to go after Jucos. He went after 1 SF, 4 PF, 5 C.