They call it “22.”
In one of Marreon Jackson’s last waking moments on the first Monday of April, he and his Toledo basketball teammates lined up on the baseline for a series of sprints.
The objective: Run down and back the length of the 94-foot court at Savage Arena, twice in 22 seconds.
It was any other drill.
“Any other day,” Jackson said.
Until it wasn’t.
Early in the 9 a.m. conditioning session, the sophomore point guard from outside Cleveland began to feel dizzy, his chest burning. Then, suddenly ...
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