It was one of those stories Rock occasionally stumbled upon that demanded a detailed explanation. In this case, there was a high school near the Arkansas State Fairgrounds, in Little Rock's most impoverished district, that fielded a boys basketball team that had never lost a game.
Rock met the team's coach in a small makeshift, cluttered office just off Roosevelt Boulevard. It was built into an old, grubby minimart, with malnourished men and forty-ounce bottles of beer gathered together in the parking lot. He sat on a clipboard someone had placed across a dormant, rusted radiator heater as the coach spoke of the previous night's game, a lopsided victory over a school Rock had never heard of.
"One of our guys scored a hundred and forty points," the coach said.
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