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where treating the results of early morning, drug related street violence had long been as normal as the bandaging of minor cuts and wounds, nights were seldom quiet at Mary Immaculate Called to emergency fresh from working on another patient, Picard took little time disrobing, getting scrubbed, and exchanging his sweat drenched, bloodstained outfit for a clean gown Here was yet one serious problem on his hands On a stretcher lay the six foot, seven inch victim, his size thirteen feet dangling over one end of the emergency room hospital cart as if hovering at the edge of a precipice eyes wide open, panic stricken, like a mortally wounded fawn in search of some miraculous last second reprieve from near certain death Blood stained his coffee chocolate skin There was a bullet hole in the left side of his neck, just shy of the jugular There were two bullet wounds in his chest one just wide of his heart, the force of the other so sure, so brutal, that it had ripped its way across the distance of the cavity, exiting through a nasty opening in his back In its wake, the spent lead had left untold damage Picard caught his breath, drawing in hard as he considered the situation A major thoracic wound, he thought to himself as the fresh droplets of blood began to spatter his pristine gown Tenuous red streams flowed across his surgical gloves He had no idea who the patient was Nor did he care He knew just one thing Its extensive When you get shot, it always is On the table, twenty one year old Lloyd Daniels, Jr.the person countless basketball scouts had once called the best professional prospect from New York City since Kareem Abdul Jabbar was known simply as Lew Alcindorclung to life by a thread ever so much thinner than the strand of a well worn playground net Already he had lost six pints of blood He was almost dead The night had begun in rather unceremonious fashion It had rained, poured actually, and Lloyd, bored and with nothing to do, had called one of his longtime friends and advisors, Ron Naclerio A recovering addict, Lloyd was struggling to stay out of trouble, stay clean Already he had been through inpatient and outpatient rehabilitation three times in an effort to beat an alcohol and drug addiction that had cost him a possible basketball scholarship to the University of NevadaLas Vegas, as well as jobs as a pro with the Topeka Sizzlers in the minor league Continental Basketball Association and a team called Waitemata in Auckland, New Zealand He had attended four high schools in three states before quitting his junior year at Andrew Jackson High School in Cambria Heights, Queens, without a diploma His troubled academic past had caused teams to bypass him in the 1988 National Basketball Association Draftdespite not so subtle hints from a handful of general managers that he might be a first round selection Although word suggested Lloyd had been blackballed by the league, folks who had seen him play understood if only he might prove he could be responsible for his actions, if only he could stay clean long enough to at least earn an invitation to free agentrookie camp a job was all but his Rules were often bent for stars Yo, Ron, Lloyd asked Naclerio, want to play some ball A junior high school teacher, as well as the basketball coach at Cardozo High School in Bayside, Queens, Ron had known Lloyd for than five years He was a de facto guardian, someone who spent time with Lloyd, went to games with him Theyd play ball, talk the talk Ron, a basketball junkie barely in his thirties, was tuned in to the streets and to their kids He had been an athlete, an all America baseball player at St Johns University, where his team made the 1978 College World Series He roomed with future major league star relief pitcher John Franco Two thirds of the world is covered by water, the former center fielder would tell anyone whod give him a listen The other third is covered by Ron Naclerio He could be raw, coarse But he understood an athletes mentality knew how to deal with them and with their problems In college, hed once led the nation in stolen bases and was a minor league outfielder with the Chicago White Sox organization before a string of ankle injuries sidelined his career Lloyds relatives had grown so accustomed to him and respected him so much, in fact, theyd even given him a nickname Lloyds white brother, they called him Nah, Im watchin the game, Ron told Lloyd I dont want to go Cmon, Ron, Lloyd said, prodding Lets go work out Another time, another place, Ron would have gone But he suspected Lloyd was again using drugs and they had fought just two days before, during a confrontation over those suspicions Ron screamed at Lloyd and had come close to laying him out He wanted to make it clear he would not tolerate such failure Like so many others before him, hed finally reached his breaking point If Lloyd really wanted to succeed, if he really wanted to prove to the world he could turn his life around, hed have to take the long overdue first step Hed have to prove he really could stand on his own Im tired, Ron said Im stayin home A short while later, Lloyd left home for a gym on Long Island It was Wednesday, May 10, 1989 The NBA Draft was almost two months away rookie summer camps, little than three Lloyd wasnt thinking about the NBA by the time he returned home to the green, single family row house his grandmother owned on 203rd Street in Hollis, Queens His workout against a handful of locals had been relaxedthey hadnt offered much competitionand, bored, Lloyd was still looking for something to do On the surface, it was a quiet, residential neighborhood A neighborhood that, over the course of generations, had given life to the dreams of a host of notablesfrom 60 Minutes correspondent Andy Rooney, political humorist Art Buchwald, and political activist Rev Al Sharpton to future FUBU founder Daymond John, Def Jam founder Russell Simmons, hip hop megastar LL Cool J, and Reverend Run and his fellow members of Run D.M.C The fifty fourth governor of New York, Mario Cuomo, and his son, Andrew, who would become its fifty sixth governor, at one time lived in Hollis So did the former U.S ambassador to the United Nations Andrew Young Brooklyn native Mark Jackson, who went on to become an all America point guard at St Johns and the 198788 NBA Rookie of the Year with the New York Knicks, had ties to the neighborhood Still, when Lloyd was growing up there in the 1980s, Hollis and nearby St Albans was an area with a sinister, much less visible side For years Hollis had been a neighborhood in transition, one that day by day, block by block, was falling prey to drugs and to drug related violence that skewed the community and disembodied lives It was a crack neighborhood, crack cocaine being the latest inner city scourge of the times A neighborhood where dealers sometimes dealt from street corners down near Jamaica Avenue, Hollis Avenue, or Francis Lewis Boulevard where dealers sometimes dealt from the very house next door A neighborhood where the quiet of any given night might be shattered at the unlikeliest of moments, gunfire erupting in the middle of an otherwise quiet street Lloyd Daniels was about to become its next victim Outside, it continued to rain Lloyd and his aunt Sherry, herself only in her twenties, settled down in the kitchen with a deck of cards, a bottle of champagne, and some quart cans of O.E.Olde English malt liquor It was hardly a good start to a long night for a man with an alcohol problem For about an hour, the game went on Hands were dealt, jokes were told Laughter filled the room, alcohol was consumed Soon Lloyd, feeling good, feeling that old feel, walked out to the living room The clock was nearing midnight Grandma, he said, let me have one of them posters you got His grandmother, in her late fifties, hardworking, looked him in the eye The posters, made when Lloyd was in Topeka, were an ad for Gaines Cycle Dog Food They pictured Lloyd in a Sizzlers uniform and, at the bottom, he lay stretched out amid a gathering of sad eyed puppies and their dog food bowls Around the neighborhood, where Lloyd was a folk hero due to his ability, where he was known simply by his nickname, Sweepea, they were like gold Im not giving you any posters, his grandmother, Lulia Hendley, said Youre gonna sell them to buy crack, you are Lloyd protested No, Grandma Grandma, Im not Dont con me, she said I know what youre doin I aint, Grandma I just want one Junior, she said, sharply, warning the grandchild shed always called Junior after his father, her eldest son, if you dont stop it, stop doin those drugs, youre gonna get busted in the ass You know that Youll get busted in the ass, the cops will pick you up, put you in Rikers Island, and you know you cant deal with no Rikers Island And you know youre gonna be dead if you get shot Grandma, Lloyd said Grandma, I aint doin that stuff no Youd better not be, she said But Lloyd, hardly interested in her learned, sage advice, had already turned his back on herheaded out to the kitchen He still had that hunger And, facing the temptation and feeling weak as any recovering addict could possibly feel surrounded by a neighborhood filled with the bad stuff, Lloyd picked up the phone around midnight and paged his friend Moe The next day, the newspapers and police were rampant in their speculation about Moe, whose name and pager number were found on a slip of paper in Lloyds bedroom after the shooting In the days before cell phones became commonplace, pagersused to alert someone to call you as soon as they could find a pay phone or landlinewere carried primarily by folks who needed to be reached in emergency situations Doctors carried pagers So did cops But in areas like Hollis, drug dealers and criminals carried pagers They were their lifelines to their business clientele It turned out the number belonged to Kevin Barry, a man as far removed from the bad stuff as could be Barry was almost forty Still, it often seemed like he was from another time, back when life was far simpler He believed in people He believed they owed something to each other And he believed in lending a helping hand Like countless others before him, he also believed in Lloyd He had met Lloyd not a month before Ron introduced them Immediately Barry offered support He ran a small, independent school bus company Lloyd called his bus, his ride, the Yellow Stretch A man who had been friends with legendary boxing trainer Cus DAmato, having met Mike Tyson when the future heavyweight champion was just thirteen and having seen what DAmato had done for him, Barry had been inspired to found a nonprofit organization called the Give a Kid a Chance Foundation He ran neighborhood basketball games, took underprivileged kids to the movies He taught them there was a way other than what they saw on the streets of New York He taught them that they had a future Barry took Lloyd to his house in Brooklyn He moved out of his bedroom, gave it to Lloyd, hung a sign on the door that said, Lloyds Room Slept on the couch He bought clothes for Lloyd, found him a trainer to get him into playing shape He and his sons shared meals with their new housemate They shared their lives Their hearts Barry was trying to teach Lloyd to read, was teaching him responsibility Lloyd called him Moe, mainly because Barry liked to watch The Three Stooges Then, one night, Lloyd showed up at a club game at St Johns High He was with a drug dealer, Barry said, later He was zonked out of his mind Ron read him the riot act I told him, Youre fucked up Youre an asshole We had a big fight I went home, put a poster of Len Bias on the wallBias being a star at the University of Maryland who had died of cocaine intoxication just two days after the Boston Celtics had taken him second overall in the 1986 NBA Draft As Barry said, When Lloyd got home, I pointed at that picture I said, Am I gonna be coming to visit you in a casket Is that how this ends He said, No, Kev Im goin to make it Barry didnt believe him, threw him out That was Monday, May 8 Kevin Barry was out of the house when Lloyd called the pager number that Wednesday But he was in a forgiving mood and, deep down, he knew Lloyd needed him So, when he got the message, he called Lloyd back as soon as he could Cmon an get me, Lloyd said I got to get out of here But Im in Albany, Barry said, trying hard to sound serious How fars that Lloyd asked About four hours, Barry said Okay, Lloyd said Can you come by and pick me up in twenty minutes This time, Barry laughed Even if Barry had been in Albany, Lloyd never did have a realistic conception of time And even though it was somewhere around 1 a.m., Barry knew Lloyd needed him Really needed him So, without hesitation, without complaint, he hopped in the yellow stretch and drove from Manhattan to Queens For a while, Lloyd waited But he had the urge And so, when Kevin Barry arrived in Hollis little than an hour later, Lloyd was nowhere to be found He searched the neighborhood in vain Lloyd was gone As best as anyone could tell, Lloyd had remained in the house and continued to fight his temptation until near 2 a.m., when finally he decided to give in and wandered down to the corner of Hollis Avenue There, according to relatives, he visited a local businessman who worked the corner From him, relatives later told police, Lloyd picked up a little rock, the street name for crackthe smokable derivative of cocaine For years friends had told Lloyd drugs might someday be his downfall But as one acquaintance said, With him it always seemed to be a case of where the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak So, when Lloyd returned to the house owned by his grandmother, he had the rock as well as the kind of company no man wants for friends, let alone enemies Because no sooner had he closed the door than a white sedan arrived out front Two men got out of the car and stood at the front gate Seeing them, Lloyd, whod run inside to hide his crack vials, hide the rock, stepped outside to talk Yo, one man yelled as Lloyd stepped onto the lawn Gimme my stuff Aint got your stuff, Lloyd yelled back Get out of here Yo, the man said, again Gimme my stuff or the money Dont play I told you, man, Lloyd said Aint got your stuff Unsure of what caused the confrontation, relatives described to police a scenario that would later prove somewhat incorrect They said Lloyd, streetwise and king of the street con, had slipped the man, described only as a black male in his late teens or early twenties, two one dollar billsinstead of the two fives required to buy the rock, sold on the streets by the vial Now the dealer, finding hed been ripped off, wanted his cash Getting no satisfaction, he signaled for his friend, whod gone back to the car With accuracy, though, witnesses told police how that second man had pulled a gun, pointed it at Lloyd With no money and too far from the door to make a safe run for it, Lloyd made yet another bad decision in a life filled with bad decisions He reached for the gun Bam And his body recoiled with the shot Bam And, again, his body recoiled with the shot Four or five times, no one seemed sure, the gun went off Three times, for certain, its bullets struck Lloyd Have you ever seen a man get shot It is almost mystical Fire spews out the gun barrel Skin tears, lead explodes Shrapnel splinters and punctures organs as surely as spilled acid eats its way through metal Powder residue hangs in the air warm, moist, yet chilling Its stench is powerful, spectacular evenlike that of rotten eggs Everything moves in slow motion The body tumbles as if in instant replay Blood shoots forth as if to replicate the motion of an oversize rock dropped into a pool of water first, droplets splatter outward to reach escape velocity, then follows a steady stream Screams, if there be, echo inside the brain until, finally, in agony, they hit home Register And then the man falls, his innermost possessions most likely no longer locked away in secrecy Body and earth, fused by violence, momentarily one I looked out the window and I said, This jokers gonna shoot Junior, Lulia Hendley recalled, later on I gets to the door, I heard the shooting And Junior grabs him, grabs the guy One shot hit Junior then two I was getting in the shower and my mother said, Lloyd, there are two people out there for you, Gary Hendley, an uncle who also lived in the house, said By the time Gary Hendley reached the lawn after the shots, Lloyd was sprawled out, writhing in agonizing pain, his lean, lanky body folded and contorted The two men and the car, going Gone I heard four shots, he said I ran outside and saw Sweepea lying on the ground I didnt even see the bullet holes at first I said, Sweepea, they ruined you Built like a bull and with shoulders like an NFL linebacker, Gary Hendley, with all the strength he could muster, pulled his nephew, already a bloody mess, down the driveway and in through a side door He laid his broken body down in the hallway My mom and my sister called the police and an ambulance, he said I was like, Oh God, hes shot, Lulia Hendley recalled of the moment, days later Then, she said, she yelled, Hes gonna die Juniors gonna die As they loaded him onto the stretcher, still conscious, the hundred dollar sweatsuit Kevin Barry bought him having been torn apart, its turquoise fabric soaked almost pure scarlet red, Lloyd looked at anxious relatives and then at another uncle, J C Daniels I dont want to die, J.C., he pleaded Dont let me die New York City is known for the strange twists and turns it puts on life and the awkward, sometimes bizarre angles it brings to the fates, and this day certainly was no different By the following nightfall, across the river in Manhattan, the crowd would be letting loose with a deafening roar as Mark Jackson and the New York Knicks met Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls in a playoff game at Madison Square Garden But now, back in the operating room at Mary Immaculate, where the trauma team had assembled, Dr Picard and his crew worked in virtual silence, save for the clattering of instruments and tools, as they fought to save the life of Lloyd Daniels There was a chance But honestly, Picard figured, it was a miracle his patient was still alive at all The average body has ten pints of blood and already Lloyd had lost 60 percent of that His pulse was weakening, his breathing erratic A bullet had punctured and collapsed his right lung Another had barely missed his heart and embedded itself in his posterior chest wall All around, blood spurted and seeped into the chest cavity This would be touch and go Around 6 a.m., as people in the neighborhood awoke, Lulia Hendley went outside to tear down the yellow police crime scene tape drawn across her lawn from fence to house She was angry She couldnt stand it any longer When she finally regained her composure, she went back inside and called Ron Naclerio Bad news, she said Momentarily, Ron wrestled with his emotions, fought back his tears Then he called Kevin Barry and Tom Rome, the Manhattan attorney who represented Lloyd Just the night before, Ron and Tom had talked about Lloyds future Theyd joked about the professional career waiting out there for him, waiting to be grabbed like a brass ring on some childhood merry go round Theyd joked about the movie that could be made about Lloyds life A soap opera, theyd called it All we need is one of two things to happen, Ron told Tom Rome that night, amid laughter All he has to do is get killed or make the NBA When Rome answered the phone that morning, Ron tried his best to salve his guilt by putting the best face he could on what had happened to his troubled friend Well, Tom, he said, it looks like we can finally make the movie.As a Brooklyn native, Ive long been fascinated with the nearly mythical tales and urban legend of Lloyd Daniels When he was merely a teenager, I was told that he had Magic Johnsons floor game and Larry Birds jump shot But as blessed as he was by the basketball Gods, he was equally burdened by the worst of what the city can offer I read Sweepea when it first came out in 1990, and am even awestruck by its power, importance, sadness and Valentis exceptional story telling when re reading today It is a required study for anyone who loves basketball and cares about young people, however misguided they may be Alejandro Danois, author of The Boys of Dunbar Valenti is unspairing and critical of Danielss longtime squandering, but hes also sympathetic Publishers Weekly This account of playground basketball in the 1980s receives a deserved new life Kirkus Swee Pea Wikipedia Swee alternatively spelled pea and Sweapea on some titles once called Sweep is a character in E C Segar s comic strip Thimble Theatre Popeye the cartoon series derived from it His name refers to flower known as sweet peaBefore his addition animated shorts, Sweet was term of affection used by main 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Other Playground Basketball Legends (English Edition)

 

    • Swee'pea: The Story of Lloyd Daniels and Other Playground Basketball Legends (English Edition)
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    • John Valenti
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    • 08 February 2016

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