I remember the first time I met A’ja Wilson. She was an 8th grader at Heathwood Hall Episcopal School where my son was a student. Even at that age she was almost looking me in the eyes. Her dad Roscoe, who I played against in the Columbia city parks, introduced me to her. I could see the pride in his face when he told me that she was going to be a special basketball player. Special is an understatement.
Ever since that time I have kept my eyes and ears tuned in to that name… A’ja.
She has not disappointed.