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I was sitting in the corner of the Scales Mound gym, waiting for the next game to start, while listening to Terry spout off about something I had little interest in, when all of a sudden, I see Corey Stuckey walking right over towards me.
We almost recognized each other at the same instant … “Holy cow, Stevens, I haven’t seen you in forever.”
Corey was there because his nephew was Austin Stuckey, a starter for the Dakota basketball team – and a solid player – so Corey had brought his son – who was in sixth grade – so come and watch his cousin play against Scales Mound.
And how do I know Corey...
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