I met Rasheed Wallace his senior year at Simon Gratz. I was at a nearby rec center after Sonny Hill camp with my older brother. Sheed was playing by himself when we asked him to be our 3rd member of a 3 on 3. He said yes, but told us he had to do something real quick. He runs away and comes back with a bucket full of red stuff. He wet his hand, dipped it in the bucket, and proceeded to take a run at the rim. His handprint is still up at Jardel, at the very top of the backboard. We were in awe, as he was telling us his plans to go to UNC. Long story short, we played against two older gentlemen and one of their kids. My brother called a questionable foul, which the older guy didnt take well to. Next play, the old dude floors my brother and said " now thats a foul .. Rasheed beat the $hit out of dude. He charged him, tackled him, and continued to beat him in front of his crying son. He got up and said "Now thats a foul"...Needless to say, game over.. Will never forget that as long as I live.
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