Sorry, I mean to say, "my dd got big time screwed over." I got screwed over back in 85' when I walked on CSUF and Garrido wanting me to red shirt. He told me I could be the next Mickey Rivers. However, I tried hard that hot summer to hit that damn curve ball with no luck. I could see the writing on the wall. He wanted me to be a scout player at best, maybe steal a base my SR year and shag fly balls all day and maybe throw some BP and ruin my arm. I said no thanks and went straight to the gym and worked on my basketball skills and got really good. I mean really good. Reggie and Cherly would be there, Fryer from CDM, Tom Lewis, Leon Wood would come play some and a little Scottie Brooks now and then. I was thinking maybe I could shoot them up in Europe with the likes of Kevin McGee from UCI. However, when I would run with them I only worked on defense because well, they were a little better than me and I never, and I mean never, saw the rock to shoot and I wouldn't dare try either with my squad. I soon realized I was a adult B league player play at best and that's it. The A league guys were all ex pros and D1 only and they never passed. B league, I was where I was needed and I was having fun. I got the call up sometimes with the A team guys but I didn't have fun because, well, they were complete ball hogs and I wanted to go back to the glory days where I was the star attraction and that could only happen at B League Adult Men's team, not D1 college ball at UCLA which was my dream. All my friends would mock me all the time when I was 11.