I hung up the phone, went to my back yard in Cincinnati and pounded my forehead against a tree until the blood was in my eyes.
Impulse control led me there in March 2011, bleeding and afraid. Impulse control looks to be Grayson Allen’s issue as well, impulse control triggered by frustration.
Look at his three tripping incidents. In early February, Allen tripped a Louisville player after going down in a heap under the basket without a foul called. A few weeks later he tripped an FSU defender whose physicality had taken Allen off his game (7-for-20 from the floor). Wednesday night he tripped Santa Ana after the Elon sophomore drove past him; not coincidentally, Allen was having perhaps the worst offensive game (1-for-8, three points) of his career.
After being caught Wednesday night, Allen’s initial reaction was to lamely accuse Santa Ana of grabbing his arm. Moments later, sitting on the Duke bench, Allen was screaming and pounding the chair. Duke assistant Jon Scheyer, who took his turn from 2006-10 as America’s most hated (Duke) player, tried to calm him but Allen was inconsolable.
He was me, pounding my head against that tree, terrified that I was throwing away my own career.
This was nearly six years ago. I was at CBSSports.com. Readers who knew me, they most likely knew me as a ranting, raving hot-take artist who was likely to write anything for CBS, say anything on the radio, tweet anything on Twitter. Readers accused me of playing a role, being the bad guy for attention. They thought I was pretending.
I wasn’t.
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