Naz was the story.
It was a pump-fake, behind-the-back, if-you-blinked-you’d-miss-it kinda story.
Still, like too many other stories, he was the story. All about him. His lost promise. His choice to leave the team. A great opportunity in a new country. Those high flying dunks we’ll never see again.
Carter: see ya. (Lydia Ely, UW Daily)
And like too many other stories, the victims were lost in the ether. They weren’t the story. Their pain, their confusion, their newfound status as targets of threats and accusations — none of that was the story. Until one of them stepped up and said something. Because nobody else, not those whose job it was to say something, not those whose job it was to protect her, nobody else was going to say anything.
So this post won’t be about him. This post is just a bunch of baffled questions. Continue reading “Naz Carter’s no-look pass”
