I Loved Basketball

Medina's mother would remind her of what it meant to be a young black girl in mostly white rural ohio. She was so passionate, so naively passionate, that the obstacles only served as fuel. If she had to be twice as good as next player to uarn a spot on the team, then she would be twice as good. Medina practised so hard and got so skilled, it became impossible to cut her. "I loved basket ball. I wanted to be the best player in the world"...