Watching Spurs forward Tim Duncan playing on his way to a possible fifth NBA title is very personal to me in a lot of ways. Tim and I are contemporaries, men of the same age but the connection doesn’t end there. You see, Tim Duncan and I both attended Wake Forest University from 1993-1997. Now I won’t claim to be an expert on the man simply because we happened to play some pick up ball together on occasion (Tim liked to play the point) or spent at Saturday night or two in his off campus digs having a good time with a number of my fellow Deacs. I can tell you this, however. Everything you need to know about Timothy Theodore Duncan the basketball player, all of us at Wake Forest learned by the end of his freshman year.
The story is legend now, but to quickly recap: Tim arrived on campus as the least heralded of the freshmen recruits that fall behind Makhtar Ndiaye and Ricardo Peral. Wake Forest already had one of the best scorers in the nation in Randolph Childress and a pretty veteran squad behind him. The first chance any of us got to see him play was at our Midnight Madness. Now Midnight Madness at WFU wasn’t a giant production with lights and dunk contests or any of that. It was held in the Reynolda Gym where the team practiced. But I made sure that as a freshman getting my first taste of big-time college basketball that I was in the stands. I don’t remember much from that night except for two things; a really geeky kid keeping stats at a scrimmage and Tim being the best player on the floor.
Once the team started playing for real, it became evident pretty quickly that while Childress was a star, Tim was a force. By his sophomore year there were already people touting him as a potential number one pick. At the same time there was debate if he was even the best big man in the conference where he played against Joe Smith and Rasheed Wallace among others (How stupid does that question seem now?) Even as his fame grew Tim was still the same. He was very reserved, measured in his speech in public but just as goofy and occassionally awkward as the rest of his fellow students. He never talked about himself or asked for people to like him. If you did, he was cool with that. If you didn’t, well, he was cool with that too. The same face that he makes today when he gets called for a foul was about as emotional as you’d see him get then. His game was simple and beautiful all at once. He didn’t waste a lot of motion. He had the softest hands and just always seemed to be where he was supposed to be. And even as I got to see that greatness up close more than 30 times a year for 4 years, I underestimated it.
I thought Tim would be a really good pro, but not a dominant, Hall of Fame caliber talent. I mean, where was the fire? He wasn’t Shaq or Ewing or Olajuwon. He didn’t have a “thing” that really made his game stand out. But if I had really been paying attention I would have realized that what I was missing was precisely the reason Tim has been able to dominate for so long. Tim plays “his” game. Every night, Tim plays his game. Tim never tried to be anything other than Tim Duncan. Why run faster than you have to? Why jump higher than you have to? Why send the shot into the stands when you can start the break? Why try to blow by a guy when you can knock one down off of the glass? Why fight for position when the other guy already has it? Tim may have been a psychology major at Wake but he’s really a philosopher. Phil Jackson may be the Zen Master, but no one thinks the game any better than TD. What he is is what he has always been. Consistent. A winner. And most importantly completely self-assured.
Sadly, while one future Hall of Famer finds new summits to reach, another plummets into new valleys. The Terrell Owens story is easy to mock. The man who strode the sidelines once yelling “I love me some me!” is looking for one more team to love him. He’s 38 years old and by numbers alone he’s inarguably one of the 10 greatest ever to play reciever in the NFL. He is also nearly broke, an absentee father and was recently cut from a team in the Indoor Football League.
Now some people would view this as a just ending for an egomaniacal, selfish and surly primadonna athlete. But it’s not so simple. You see, just like with Tim Duncan everything you needed to know about Terrell Owens we learned very early in his career. In 1998 Terrell Owens was a third round draft pick of the San Francisco 49ers entering his third season. Jerry Rice was still with the team and Steve Young was the quarterback. Owens had a breakout season catching 67 balls for more than 1000 yards and 14 touchdowns. In the Wild Card game against the Green Bay Packers T.O. dropped several balls. But with the game on the line and time expiring Steve Young went to Owens for one of the most famous plays in 49ers history…
Watch what transpires after Owens makes that amazing grab. He is uncontrollably sobbing and hugging anyone who will hug him. His embrace of Coach Mariucci is (at the 2:30 mark) particularly striking. Right there it’s clear that the guy who made that catch isn’t T.O. That was Terrell Owens. And Terrell Owens is a fractured human being who still really hasn’t figured out how to turn some personal tragedies in to success and determination rather than kindling for an inferno that seems destined to consume him.
Some athletes like Hines Ward or Kevin Garnett or Dwyane Wade take painful childhoods and find ways to ease that pain through success. The process of achieving the success almost becomes a salve for whatever wounds they have been scarred by. But not Terrell Owens. He was raised first by an alcoholic mother and then an abusive alcoholic grandmother who kept him in the dark and away from other children. He was isolated. Who else could love him but him?
For the rest of his life he’s spent his time trying to be bigger, stronger, faster, better so he could hide that frailty that lived beneath the bravado. He destroyed his relationship with the 49ers because they didn’t love him enough to throw him the ball. He destroyed his relationship with the Eagles because Donovan McNabb didn’t love him enough to stand up for him when he wanted a contract extension. He tried to love the Cowboys and Tony Romo but Romo just loved Jason Whitten more. Buffalo and Cincinnati wanted him, but they didn’t love him either. It starts to become clear what the end zone dances and sit-ups in the driveway were all about. Terrell Owens wasn’t having fun, he was begging for our attention. And he’s begging right now. Because he has no earthly idea what he’ll do without it. You see, Prime Time and Deion Sanders are not that different and Michael Irvin is The Playmaker every day; but Terrell Owens had to be T.O. because it meant he didn’t have to be Terrell Owens and deal with the pain he’s never really gotten over. And we saw that 13 years ago on a misty day in San Francisco.
We automatically assume that great athletes have to be confident and some, like Tim Duncan, seem to really be confident in themselves and their abilities. But others, like Terrell Owens seem to be driven to beat their insecurities as much as their opponents. With Tim Duncan we can see what greatness truly is and with Terrell Owens we wonder how much greater he could have been if he had just let that pain go.