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By Adam Lucas
I am trying to figure out how to describe what this night was like. What I think might best do it is the following scene, from the back hallway of the Smith Center after Carolina’s 90-83 win over Duke.
Brandon Robinson had showered and dressed and was about to head out into the rowdy Chapel Hill night. His parents and brother were waiting upstairs for him. He’d played three minutes in the game, just long enough to absorb an indefinite number of elbows from Grayson Allen.
And Robinson was giddy.
“He touched my thigh!” he very nearly shouted. The “he,” of course, was Michael Jordan. The greatest of all time was coming off the court after the game and tapped Robinson on the thigh.
“It was like a, ‘Good game,’ kind of tap,” Robinson said. “That’s a great compliment from the GOAT.” (This is what the kids call Greatest Of All Time.)
Robinson was beaming. “I’m pretty sure,” he said, “that I’m going to tell this story forever.”
By Adam Lucas
I am trying to figure out how to describe what this night was like. What I think might best do it is the following scene, from the back hallway of the Smith Center after Carolina’s 90-83 win over Duke.
Brandon Robinson had showered and dressed and was about to head out into the rowdy Chapel Hill night. His parents and brother were waiting upstairs for him. He’d played three minutes in the game, just long enough to absorb an indefinite number of elbows from Grayson Allen.
And Robinson was giddy.
“He touched my thigh!” he very nearly shouted. The “he,” of course, was Michael Jordan. The greatest of all time was coming off the court after the game and tapped Robinson on the thigh.
“It was like a, ‘Good game,’ kind of tap,” Robinson said. “That’s a great compliment from the GOAT.” (This is what the kids call Greatest Of All Time.)
Robinson was beaming. “I’m pretty sure,” he said, “that I’m going to tell this story forever.”
