(NOTE: This post probably won’t make any sense unless you’ve read this article. Even after you read that, it might not make a lot of sense, but I won’t have any excuses. And if you don’t know who the Black Falcon is, well, this site isn’t for you.)
SCENE: INSIDE THE UNC LOCKER ROOM, 30 MINUTES BEFORE THE KANSAS GAME
The room is packed, but silent. Tape, socks, and warm-ups are strewn across the floor. Each player is seated in front of his locker, listening to music, studying the playbook, or staring at the last-minute notes Roy Williams has managed to print on the whiteboard. Each player, that is, except for one…
BLACK FALCON: Hey, Kendall.
MARSHALL: (headphones in, focused on the last minute pointers he’s about to give to backup PG Stilman White)
BLACK FALCON: Kendall. Kendall!
MARSHALL: (still listening to music)