Dwyane Wade couldn’t have imagined this.
After 16 years in the NBA, the Miami Heat guard is no longer surprised by much. He’s seen players come and go, championship teams rise and fall and devastating injuries end promising seasons. But sitting there on that cold January night in Milwaukee—seeing fans in gold T-Shirts bearing his name, watching Marquette lift his No. 3 jersey into the rafters on “Dwyane Wade Day”—all while inching closer to the end of his final season, his “Last Dance?”
“Damn,” Wade let out to The Crossover remembering it. “To think, 19 years ago, I was this young, skinny, shy kid walking on campus not having a clue what was next.