Let’s Go to Davidson

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Charlotte, North Carolina. This is the largest city in North Carolina and the second largest banking center in the United States. It has a mild and humid climate with four distinct seasons and is known as the "Queen City."

In the southeast of Charlotte, about a 20-minute drive from Charlotte Christian School, the Stonehaven community is a gathering place for Charlotte's middle class and wealthy residents. It has excellent public security and a beautiful environment. It is a well-known high-end community throughout Charlotte. The real estate developer's slogan is "Walking on the streets here will make people feel peaceful."

But the owner of one of the houses, Dell Curry, was in a bad mood.

"Seth, you said you can't offer Stephen a full scholarship?" he asked in disbelief, holding up his phone.

"Dale, you know, we already have Nigel Manson on the team, and I just recruited talented high school students like Zabian Dodell and Harmon Gordon. There's really no extra guard position. If Stephen wants to play for the Hokies, he can only get an academic scholarship and serve as a redshirt player for one year, but I believe he will get plenty of playing opportunities next year," Seth Selingborg, head coach of the Virginia Tech Hokies, explained slowly on the other end of the phone.

A redshirt player refers to an athlete who postpones or suspends their participation in NCAA competitions, thereby extending their eligibility. Many freshmen often find it difficult to compete with seniors and star players on the team, so they choose to become redshirt players, concentrate on training for a year, and wait until their sophomore year to compete for a chance to play.

"Stephen is my son, and I believe he has the ability to get a full scholarship to VT (Virginia Tech)." Dell barely suppressed his anger and emphasized every word.

He never thought Virginia Tech would deny his request.

Dell Curry led the Hokies to two NCAA tournaments back in the day, is a member of Virginia Tech's Hall of Fame, has donated to the school on several occasions, and his wife Sonya Curry was once the top star of the Virginia Tech volleyball team and helped the school's volleyball team build a complete youth program.

In his opinion, it should be a natural thing for Curry to get a full scholarship and join the Hokies, but Seth Salingborg actually offered Stephen a redshirt position for a year, so he might as well let his son join those less prominent teams.

Schools such as Davidson College, Virginia Commonwealth University, Hibernate University, and the College of William and Mary have all expressed interest in Stephen. How could he let his son waste a year on the bench?

"Dale, don't get excited. I'm also optimistic about Stephen, but he came to the tryout a little late. We have already completed the recruitment of Zabian and Harmon. We only have one full scholarship left to strengthen the center position, and we really can't give it to Stephen." Seth Selingborg said calmly.

Dell Curry is indeed a legend of the Hokies, but the time when he led the Hokies to compete in the NCAA is too long ago. The Hokies are no longer the Hokies they used to be, and the legend's face is not that useful.

Moreover, Seth Salingborg was only slightly interested in Curry. He did not believe that a player with such a thin body could gain a foothold in the NCAA. Even if he failed to recruit him, the Hokies would not suffer any loss.

"If it weren't for the full scholarship, Stephen could go to Duke or North Carolina as a redshirt player. I hope you will consider it again for my sake. Stephen has extraordinary potential and deserves a full scholarship." Dell's tone was very sincere.

Of course, he can afford his son's college tuition, but a full scholarship is not just a scholarship; it also represents the player's status in the team. Only core members of the team can get a full scholarship. Curry is aspiring to play in the NBA, and a full scholarship can guarantee his playing time and team status, which is very important for his future development.

"I'm sorry, I can only offer him a scholarship, and Stephen is indeed too thin. He must undergo systematic training in the first year and wait until he adapts to the intensity of the NCAA before he can play in the game. If you can accept it, I very much welcome Stephen to join the Hokies." Seth Salingborg said.

"Stephen will only play for colleges that can offer full scholarships, and I don't think he can't adapt to the competition at the NCAA level." Dell Curry's voice was a little cold, and he hung up the phone.

Seth Salingborg put down his phone and shrugged. He couldn't see any other potential in that baby-faced guy besides being a good shooter.

Dell Curry threw his phone heavily onto the sofa. The phone hit the leather cushion, bounced high up, and fell to the ground, but it was unharmed. It was worthy of being a Nokia.

It is very rare for Dell, who is usually mild-mannered, to have such a violent reaction.

Sonya, who was cooking, heard the sound of her phone falling to the ground. She came out of the kitchen and saw Dell slumped on the sofa. She asked, "What happened? I seemed to hear you arguing with someone just now."

"Seth Salingborg just told me that he is only willing to offer Stephen a scholarship and requires Stephen to serve as a redshirt player for one year," Dell said.

"What? Is he kidding?" Sonya's eyes widened, her face full of surprise.

Dell didn't answer, but the wrinkled brow said it all.

"Let's go talk to that guy tomorrow. You have donated hundreds of thousands of dollars to VT and are a star of the Hokies. How dare they do this? Stephen performed so perfectly in the tryout. He made all the shots, all of them!" Sonya had a hot temper. She paced back and forth in the living room, her voice full of anger.

"It's useless. The head coaches of those famous schools all think that Stephen is too thin. North Carolina, Duke, Wake Forest... Even if he shoots well, they think Stephen will be unable to handle the NCAA. Even Virginia Tech thinks he's too fragile." Dell sighed.

"They are talking nonsense! Those people cannot see Stephen's fighting spirit and persistence! Stephen is the best performer in all the tryouts. He has the most accurate shooting and the best dribbling. But those people stubbornly think that Stephen is too thin and he will be broken apart by a bump. But we all know that is not the case. Stephen is a tough guy!" Sonya was very emotional, and her voice was getting louder and louder.

"Of course, we know that, but the key is that no head coach at any prestigious school recognizes Stephen. If this continues, he can only play for the most transparent teams." Dell said with a wry smile.

The exposure rate between traditional NCAA giants and transparent teams is too different. Stephen's goal is the NBA. If he doesn't get enough attention during college, let alone the lottery zone, he may not even be selected in the first round, and there is even a possibility of being eliminated.

Sonya said, "It doesn't matter. VT is unwilling to give Stephen a full scholarship. We can look for other schools, including UCLA and Michigan State University..."

Click!

While Sonya was speaking, the door was pushed open and a tall and thin boy with a childish baby face walked in. His big eyes made him look very handsome, and his pure and clear blue eyes gave people a strange feeling of toughness. He was holding a basketball in his hand, wearing a jersey soaked with sweat, and breathing heavily.

He is Dell Curry's son, Stephen Curry.

"Mom, what are you talking about? Is VT willing to give me a scholarship?" Curry put the basketball at his feet and looked at Sonya expectantly.

Sonya and Dell looked at each other, not knowing how to start.

Curry saw the familiar expressions of the two and had a bad feeling: "Did VT reject me too?"

Dell was silent for a moment, then spoke with some difficulty: "The Hokies were only willing to give you a scholarship and required you to be a redshirt player for one year, but I refused."

"Your father and I will contact other schools and we will definitely succeed," Sonya added hastily.

The light in Curry's eyes disappeared in an instant. He bent down to pick up the basketball, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his already wet collar, and forced a smile: "I'm fine, Mom. I will practice well. There are also schools like Davidson College and Virginia Commonwealth University to choose from."

He picked up a large glass of water on the table, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp, then lowered his head and slowly walked upstairs.

Sonya and Dell sat on the sofa and looked at each other, seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

Even Virginia Tech, the most promising university, refused to offer Curry a full scholarship. Was he really going to let his son go to those unknown teams?

The atmosphere was a little heavy for a while.

Curry dragged his tired legs back to his room, took off his jersey and threw it on the ground, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and after coming out, he wiped his body casually, lay on his back on the bed, and covered his head with a towel.

How many times has he been rejected? North Carolina, Duke, Wake Forest, Virginia Tech...

Maybe I was really too thin, and those coaches were probably worried that I would get knocked off the court, so they refused.

I might as well go to Davidson. Although Coach McElroy said I was too thin, at least he was willing to give me a chance to play.

Many confused thoughts emerged in Curry's mind. After being rejected by prestigious schools one after another, this tough man began to doubt himself.

He couldn't help but recall the summer vacation of his first year in high school. Under the guidance of his father, Curry spent two full months changing his shooting posture. That was the most painful and unforgettable summer in his life.

Basketball is his dream. He has been with basketball since he was born. He is willing to give everything for basketball. But now, his dream seems to be aborted. Even Coach K is not optimistic about his ability to play in the NCAA. Can he really go to the NBA in the future?

Curry doesn't know the answer.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There was a hurried knock on the door, and Curry's muffled voice came from under the towel: "I'm not hungry, you guys eat first, Mom."

"Stephen, I just got a call from Coach Brown. A school has invited you to a tryout!" Dell Curry's suppressed excited voice came from outside the door.

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