“That’s one of the nicest moves I’ve ever seen,” I said to him as he turned to go back upcourt. Naturally, Esleeck would not talk to or acknowledge me because he, like all Furman players, was still ticked off that The Citadel had killed their horse. But the move, in memory, remains otherworldly just as it was when Esleeck pulled it on me that night so long ago.
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