He sat there, feet bare, on a training table with no trainer in sight. He had a magazine in his hand. Might as well read, right? No one said anything to him; he said nothing to nobody. Then he got up and walked away.
What else was Antoine Walker supposed to do?
It was two hours before the second-biggest game of his life. The first one he already has a ring for -- the 1998 NCAA championship. Still, the most misdiagnosed, misunderstood, misloved player on ...