The Walt Williams Story

As a young boy, my father signed me up for several basketball camps. He even got crazy enough to send me to a shooting specific camp. All shooting. No playing.

The camp was at Flint Hill Prep School and was run by some famous shooting coach. They used video tapes and some kind of strange arm strap, to improve your shot. The shooting coach watched every video, and commented on each individual person.

All of this mattered to my dad. The only thing that mattered to me was that this shooting coach knew several NBA players, one of which would make a special appearance. The brochure mentioned many players that were stars in the league and the kids wondered which one would be the special guest on the last day.

Finally the day arrived and "without furthur ado, I present to you, NBA star Walt Williams" Damn. Who the hell is Walt Williams.

If the players in the brochure listed were foods, it would have said Candy, Cakes, Brownies, Brussel Sprouts. The Sprouts being Walt Williams. It was like a brochure for music camp saying that you will meet someone in Wham, and having the other guy show up.

Still, he was an NBA player, and a great thing to brag about to my friends. "I met an NBA player!" After Williams gave his speach about shooting, everyone lined up for autographs. I got my camp shirt autographed. This was great for one day, until my friends informed me that WHO CARES about Walt Williams.

The shirt sat in my closet for a few years before I tossed it. What a terrible special guest, and a terrible story...sorry.