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By Gordon Monson, Tribune Columnist, First published Dec 16 2010 10:50PM
The long odds that Brandon Davies ever would play basketball at BYU stretch some 2,200 miles, from one realm to another, from the remarkable to the ridiculous. The string of unlikely events early in his life that later brought him to the Cougars is thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis short of impossible.
And, still, here he is, all 6 feet, 9 inches of him, suiting up for BYU, scoring 10 points a game, growing with nearly every opportunity, making opponents pay when they spend too much time hound-dogging Jimmer Fredette up top and forgetting about the low post. Against Creighton, the sophomore went for 24 points, most of them late, nailing down that win. Truth is, with Fredette already a given, if unbeaten BYU is to make the most of what it might be this season, Davies will be the ballast that steadies the pursuit.
“With the success he’s had the last three or four weeks, I think it will really help his confidence, and that will continue to build as the season goes on,” says Cougars coach Dave Rose. “I think he plays and wants to develop his game because he loves the game. But I also think he wants to make his family proud, so that’s a big part of his motivation.”
His family is what got him from there to here.
To appreciate that path, a route that turned tragic and tender, we must back all the way up to nine months before Davies was born. That’s when his mother, Kathy, traveled to Philadelphia to adopt an infant daughter. When she got to the agency, there was only a boy. She happily received her new son, and named him Steven. She brought the baby to her home in Provo, where the single mother meshed, if that’s the proper term, her child into a household with a previously adopted son and daughter.
Steven was a delight and a blessing. Adopting a baby, to Kathy, was every bit the same as giving birth to one.
“It’s just a real warm, wonderful feeling, like for any parent who has a newborn baby in her arms,” she says. “It’s pure joy. When that baby is placed in your arms, it isn’t somebody else’s child, it’s your own.”
But two weeks later, the little one was discovered to have pneumonia, and shortly thereafter died. The same agency worked continuously to find another baby for the heartbroken mother in Utah, and it succeeded the following year.
The infant’s birth mother, a girl who turned 16 just three days before the baby’s arrival in a Philadelphia hospital, chose Kathy out of a group of prospective parents, in part, because her own name was Shawn and Kathy’s oldest son had the same name. That coincidence made a strong impression on the young girl.
Kathy brought the 4-day-old baby back to Provo, where she loved him and taught him and raised him. His name: Brandon. Nineteen years later, he plays for BYU.
“If Steven hadn’t have died, I wouldn’t be here,” Davies says.
Although Kathy is a Cougar fan, she plotted no such course for her son. “I wanted Brandon to succeed scholastically, not in sports,” she says.
Too late.
Davies loved almost every sport, from soccer to baseball to … well, you know what. His growth plates commandeered his fate when they stretched his height by some seven inches during his middle school days, when he grew to 6-6. Unfortunately, his coordination did not keep pace.
“I barely made my Junior Jazz team in 7th grade,” he says. “And I hardly played. Same thing in 8th grade. I was kept on teams because I was tall.”
By the time Davies was a senior at Provo High School, even as his dimensions continued to expand, his skills caught up with his size. He was recruited by Cal, Gonzaga, Utah, Utah State, among others, before deciding on the Cougars.
“I wanted to be close to home,” he says.
Such is the sweet draw of the ties that wrap themselves around a child, born a world away, and stay warmly wrapped as he becomes a man.
Davies, an African-American, says he can’t picture his upbringing being any more wonderful than it has been. Ethnic makeup was never a factor in his home. Kathy is white and Davies’ siblings were adopted from India. Inside or outside of basketball, he says he can’t imagine his existence being any different, any greater than it is.
“You’d be surprised how often I think about that,” he says. “I have no idea where I’d be without my mom. I couldn’t see it working out better. There’s not a word to describe it. It’s unreal, I guess, how blessed I am. It’s been a great thing. Life is good.”
GORDON MONSON hosts “The Gordon Monson Show” weekdays from 2-6 p.m. on 1280 The Zone.
My 2 cents. . . .
I have had the pleasure of knowing this amazing young man since he was in 2nd grade. I moved into his neighborhood. He spent time at my home (he liked to eat the cookie crisp in the pantry right from the box) and I was privileged to teach him in primary and in Cub Scouts and in Boy Scouts.
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| Brandon and his mom at a court of honor. |
Mostly he taught me, and continues to teach me. He really is as good as he sounds in the above article. He isn't entitled. He is humble. He is kind. He is loving. He is just all around a joy to be with.
He taught me about fun, humor, pure innocence, and that some kids are just good hearted and loving, even to those who aren't reciprocal.
Recently he taught everyone about integrity. He could have hidden from his mistake, he could have been bitter. He wasn't. He took responsibility.
He taught me that athletes aren't all about the high paying, high life living that the pro athletes portray. He demonstrated that he will do what is right even when it's hard.
We ALL make mistakes. The majority of us are fortunate enough to not have our mistakes broadcast around the nation and our families aren't hounded by the press when we do make a wrong choice. (His family being hounded is a whole other rant). Yet, at this critical time, March Madness, crucial NCAA play offs, this amazing, and beautiful young man owned up to his weakness. That is commendable.
That is why I have faith and hope that he will be back and bigger than ever. While I support no sex outside of marriage on a psychological and religious level, I am also aware that the reality is that sometimes we get caught up in the moment.
Love ya Shorty!
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