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Now, through a startling metamorphosis, I was tall and lean and able to dunk. My intention was to maximize this sudden popularity, to ride the wave to a girlfriend, friends with cars and those weird permissive parents who let you drink on the deck, and a college scholarship. I was certain Dean Smith or Coach K would hear the legend of the freckled kid in suburban Philadelphia who could two hand jam. The full ride was a near certainty. (Ten years later, Kyle Singler would get to live my dream.)