A few days after the cafeteria confrontation with Harrington, Kareem stops Su and me as we head to lunch.
“Wilt, you’re all over the Internet, man—and it ain’t good.”
“What do you mean?”
He shakes his head. “Check it out, brother. Go to YouTube. Look for basketball meltdown or choker in Connecticut.”
I grab Su’s arm. “Let me borrow your phone.” I do a YouTube search.
What I find nearly gives me a panic attack. Someone posted a video of me shooting the free throws at the championship game with the tag “Connecticut basketball player takes choking to new level.” Even watching the shaky footage on Su’s small phone screen makes me break out in a cold sweat.
“Oh my God, someone must have shot this on their phone!” I say to Su. “Do you believe this?”
“Who would have—”
I cut her off. “Look
