[Karl Turk can still run in his dreams. He plays basketball, just like he did at Forest Manor Middle School - just like he hoped to do for Arlington High School - and his dreams are so real that he wakes in the morning and struggles to get to the bathroom and he doesn't know why. And then he remembers.
"Oh," he thinks, as his left leg thuds on the floor. "That's right."
In his childhood dreams, Karl Turk was going to be a basketball coach. He learned to read at breakfast with his grandfather, who slid him the Indianapolis Star sports page and asked Karl how the Pacers or "the mean ol' coach" - Bob Knight at Indiana - had done the night before. Turk fell in love with the game. When he was five, he announced at the table that he was going to become a basketball coach. The dreams of kids, you know?
The dreams, they don't know.]
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"Oh," he thinks, as his left leg thuds on the floor. "That's right."
In his childhood dreams, Karl Turk was going to be a basketball coach. He learned to read at breakfast with his grandfather, who slid him the Indianapolis Star sports page and asked Karl how the Pacers or "the mean ol' coach" - Bob Knight at Indiana - had done the night before. Turk fell in love with the game. When he was five, he announced at the table that he was going to become a basketball coach. The dreams of kids, you know?
The dreams, they don't know.]
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