The players arrive at The Kennel at 3:30 p.m. sharp. This is a rat ball game they don't
want to miss. It's early September, classes have just started and summer's vibe still fills
the air. Most of the guys are shirtless. They wear friendship bracelets and beaded necklaces
and three-day-old stubble. As they gather around Gonzaga head coach Mark Few, there
is little to suggest that this crew of middle-class suburban kids stormed the Elite Eight
last March. Or that any of them can even hope to hang with the guy swishing jumpers
off to the side, the guy with his socks pulled up high and his crisp white T-shirt tucked neatly into his purple Utah Jazz shorts.
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