December 8, 2007
Watch Jared Sullinger grow
It was 30 years ago almost to the day, but I have never forgotten the first time I saw Clark Kellogg play basketball. I staffed a Cleveland St. Joseph game against a team that might as well have been the Washington Nationals. A cousin, who was a St. Joseph student, told me about Kellogg's great feats, how some day he would be able to say he was classmates with a living, breathing NBA player. Well, yeah, sure, kid, I said. Kellogg, you see, was all of 16 years old.
Two hours later, I was practically out of breath telephoning a friend about Kellogg. I was gushing. This kid, I said, is 6 feet 8, 220-some pounds and handles the ball like a guard, wants and usually gets every meaningful rebound, swats tons of shots and dunks as if he wants to tear down the basket. "Sure, sure,'' said the friend. "I'll see for myself.'' A week later, Kellogg was even better. My friend should have bought a season ticket to St. Joseph games. He made almost all of them, and continued to follow him at Ohio State and the Indiana Pacers.
I bring up Kellogg because there's nothing quite like witnessing a high school phenom for the first time. It's basketball's version of, say, seeing the Monet exhibit at the Columbus Art Museum. You study Impressionism in high school and see the works in a textbook, but it's quite different in person. I felt the same way seeing LeBron James of Akron St. Vincent-St. Mary, Reggie Williams of Baltimore Dunbar, Troy Taylor, Ron Stokes and Nick Weatherspoon of Canton McKinley, Ed Ratleff of East and O.J. Mayo of Cincinnati College Hill. They were great and bound for the pros.
I saw another star in the making the other night, but Jared Sullinger of Northland doesn't leave you breathless or babbling in tongues. He plays like a grand master in chess. Sullinger is nothing like his older brother J.J. When J.J. Sullinger was at Thomas Worthington, he was so brash and flashy as if to be a young Richard Gere in the movies. At 6-6, he had the jets, handle and hops of a much smaller player.
Jared, though, is a building on wheels. He's 6-9 and probably 240 or 250 pounds. He can hoist the three-pointer - he did so in warm-ups - and has this delicate floater in the lane that no one can touch. His putbacks aren't backboard shakers but textbook lay-ups. It's difficult to figure out how good he can become. How will he stand up against players his own size? Forecasting how good a big man will become is no different than what general managers do with NFL quarterbacks and bullpen closers. It's not an art, but a game of chance.
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