People around him kept telling Devonté Graham how good he was, that the world of basketball was about to open up before him, with all of its bounty saved for the truly gifted and talented, and he couldn't believe it.
He wouldn't believe it. In his mind, he was still the sixth guy on a five-player AAU team in Raleigh full of college-bound stars, the skinny little kid with the big feet and big head whose body hadn't yet caught up with his jump shot, and even taking Cat Barber's lunch out from under him at a summer tournament – on Barber's home court, in the Tidewater – didn't change that.