By QUIXEM RAMIREZ
Daily Record Sports Intern
I was in the eighth grade when I realized my dream was dead.
I was not going to make it to the NBA.
I was barely five feet tall at the time.
I could jump over five paper clips and run the length of the basketball court twice before crashing to the ground in an exhausted heap.
I averaged 0.0 points per game in middle school because, well, I didn’t even make the team.
My basketball IQ was there. My basketball ability, which just so happens to be important, was not.