The Shadow Market: How “Handlers” Distort the Truth in College Basketball Recruiting

PHILADELPHIA, PA – In the high-stakes world of elite basketball recruiting, the path from high school phenom to college star is rarely straightforward. Parents and young athletes are told they are making rational, informed choices—weighing scholarship offers, development opportunities, and long-term career prospects. But beneath the glossy promises of scouts and recruiters operates a shadow economy of middlemen—known in the industry as “handlers”—whose influence distorts the decision-making process in ways that often leave families at a disadvantage.

These handlers—AAU coaches, trainers, family advisors, and other self-appointed power brokers—position themselves as indispensable guides, offering access to top programs and insider knowledge. Yet their role frequently undermines the very premise of rational choice: that decisions are made with full information and in the best interest of the athlete. Instead, many operate with hidden agendas, steering players toward schools and agents who compensate them, regardless of whether those choices serve the athlete’s long-term future.

The Myth of Perfect Information

Rational choice theory assumes that individuals make decisions by objectively assessing costs and benefits. In an ideal world, a blue-chip recruit and their family would evaluate colleges based on coaching style, academic fit, playing time, and professional development potential. But the reality is messier. Handlers often control the flow of information, selectively presenting options that benefit them—sometimes at the expense of the athlete.

Consider the case of a five-star recruit deciding between two programs:

  • School A offers strong academics, a proven developmental track record, and a clear path to NBA exposure.
  • School B has a flashier reputation but a history of mismanaging talent—yet its boosters have a financial arrangement with the player’s AAU coach.

If the handler only emphasizes School B’s perks—perhaps exaggerating its NBA pipeline or downplaying past player dissatisfaction—the family may make a choice based on manipulated data. This is not rational decision-making; it is a rigged game.

The Handler’s Playbook: Side Deals and Hidden Incentives

The most insidious aspect of this system is the financial undercurrent. While NCAA rules prohibit direct payments to players (at least before NIL reforms), there are no such restrictions on backroom deals between handlers and programs. Common arrangements include:

  • Kickbacks for commitments: Some AAU coaches receive “donations” from college staff or boosters for delivering top recruits.
  • Agent partnerships: Handlers may have informal ties to sports agencies, steering players toward certain representatives in exchange for future cuts of professional earnings.
  • Shoe company influence: Since Nike, Adidas, and Under Armour sponsor both AAU circuits and college teams, handlers aligned with a brand may push athletes toward affiliated schools, regardless of fit.

These conflicts of interest are rarely disclosed to families. A parent might believe their child is choosing a school for its coaching staff, only to later discover the decision was swayed by a handler’s financial stake.

The Consequences of Distorted Choices

When recruits land in suboptimal situations—riding the bench at a program that doesn’t develop them, or worse, flunking out due to inadequate academic support—the handlers face no repercussions. They’ve already collected their fees. The athlete, meanwhile, bears the cost: wasted eligibility, damaged draft stock, or even a derailed career.

Even when players do succeed, the system’s opacity raises ethical concerns. If a top recruit thrives at a school that paid his handler, was it truly the best choice—or just the most lucrative one for the middleman?

Toward a More Transparent System

Reform is possible, but it requires dismantling the handler economy’s secrecy. Potential solutions include:

  • Mandating disclosure: Requiring handlers to register as “recruiting advisors” and disclose financial ties to schools or agents.
  • Strengthening NCAA enforcement: Investigating suspicious recruitment patterns, such as AAU coaches with unusual influence over multiple high-profile commitments.
  • Educating families: Providing independent resources to help parents and athletes navigate recruitment without relying on potentially biased intermediaries.

For now, the burden falls on families to ask hard questions: Who benefits from this decision? What information am I not seeing? Because in the murky world of elite basketball recruiting, the people whispering in their ears don’t always have their best interests at heart.

The tragedy is not just that some athletes make poor choices—it’s that the system is designed to obscure the truth, leaving them to pay the price for decisions they never fully controlled. Until that changes, the myth of rational choice in recruiting will remain just that: a myth.

Jerome Brewer’s La Salle University Homecoming: A Lesson in Maturity and Purpose

CAMDEN, NJ – In an era when college basketball players often chase the brightest spotlight or the most lucrative NIL deals, Jerome Brewer’s decision to return home stands as a rare act of introspection and social responsibility. The 6’8” forward, who has navigated a winding collegiate journey from Texas A&M Commerce to McNeese State, could have followed his former coach to North Carolina State or sought a bigger stage elsewhere. Instead, he chose La Salle University—not just for basketball, but to fulfill a deeper mission.

Brewer’s choice reflects a maturity beyond his years. At a time when young athletes are frequently pressured to prioritize immediate success, he considered something more enduring: his ability to influence the next generation. His insistence that La Salle facilitate access for Camden City Public School students to games and practices isn’t a mere publicity gesture; it’s an intentional effort to reinforce the values that shaped him.

“Sports act as an agent of socialization,” Brewer said, articulating a perspective more common among seasoned coaches than 22-year-old players. “They teach values, behaviors, and skills—teamwork, communication, resilience.” His words underscore an awareness of basketball’s broader role, one that extends far beyond the box score.

This understanding didn’t emerge in a vacuum. Brewer’s formative years were spent in Camden’s gyms, where the game was both an escape and an education. After a brief stint in the Philadelphia Catholic League, he returned to Camden High, helping restore its basketball prominence alongside future Division I standouts. When college offers didn’t meet his expectations, he bet on himself—first at prep school, then in the Southland Conference, where he blossomed into an All-League performer before injury intervened.

His resilience was tested again last year when he redshirted at McNeese State, biding his time for the right opportunity. When it arrived, he weighed his options with the discernment of someone who recognizes that a career is more than stats or conference prestige. He thought of his younger brother, Domani, a budding seventh-grade phenom who now has a front-row seat to his brother’s final collegiate chapters. He thought of Camden’s kids, who will see in him a path forward.

Camden Mayor Vic Carstarphen, a former Temple standout under John Chaney, praised Brewer’s character, calling him “one of the finest student-athletes to come through Camden in recent years.” City Councilman Arthur Barclay, who played for John Calipari at Memphis, highlighted Brewer’s potential as a role model: “He was one of them not long ago. Now, he’s showing them what’s possible.”

La Salle, under new coach Darris Nichols, gains not just a versatile forward who can stretch defenses and guard multiple positions, but a leader who grasps the weight of his platform. In return, Brewer gets a chance to cement his legacy where it matters most—at home.

In an age of fleeting allegiances and transactional relationships, Brewer’s decision is a reminder that some choices are about more than basketball. They’re about purpose. And in that regard, his homecoming is already a victory.

The Vital Role of Civil Society in Preserving Democracy: Lessons from Blanche Nixon’s Legacy

By Delgreco K. Wilson

PHILADELPHIA, PA — On a bright afternoon this week, my family gathered at the Blanche A. Nixon/Cobbs Creek Branch of the Free Library of Philadelphia for a rededication ceremony honoring my great-aunt’s legacy. Blanche Nixon was a petite but formidable woman, a relentless advocate for the children of Southwest Philadelphia, who believed fiercely in their potential. “There’s no such thing as a bad child,” she often said, and her life’s work reflected that conviction. She understood that civil society—the network of libraries, schools, churches, and community organizations operating outside direct government control—was the lever by which marginalized youth could be uplifted, their talents nurtured, and their futures secured.

The Free Library of Philadelphia, Blanche A. Nixon Branch, Cobbs Creek

The timing of this celebration could not be more significant. As America’s 250th anniversary approaches, the nation finds itself at a precarious juncture, one in which the very foundations of an inclusive, truthful historical narrative are under siege. Public institutions—particularly libraries—will be called upon as never before to sustain democracy by preserving access to knowledge, fostering civic engagement, and resisting the erosion of fact in favor of political expediency.

The Assault on Truth and the Role of Civil Society

Recent years have seen a deliberate campaign to narrow the scope of American history, stripping it of its complexities and contradictions. President Donald Trump’s executive order targeting so-called “critical race theory” in schools was just one salvo in a broader effort to enforce a sanitized version of the past—one that ignores the competing traditions of liberalism, civic republicanism, and the ascriptive hierarchies of racism, nativism, and sexism that have shaped the nation.

Delgreco K. Wilson (author), Kim Wilson (sister) and Lea Wilson (mother)

Republican-led states have accelerated this trend, passing laws that restrict how race, gender, and systemic inequality are taught. The result is a distorted narrative, one that suggests America’s political culture has been defined solely by individualism and egalitarianism, rather than a continuous struggle between these ideals and the forces of exclusion.

In this environment, civil society must become the keeper of inconvenient truths. Libraries, universities, advocacy groups, and cultural institutions—organizations that operate independently of government and corporate control—are now essential counterweights to state-sponsored historical revisionism. They provide the spaces where marginalized stories can be told, where banned books remain accessible, and where citizens can engage in the kind of informed discourse that democracy requires.

Kelly Richards, President and Director, Free Library of Philadelphia

Why Libraries Are Democracy’s Lifeline

Public libraries, in particular, stand as one of the last truly democratic institutions in America. They are not just repositories of books but civic hubs—what sociologists call “third spaces”—where people of all backgrounds can gather, learn, and debate without the pressures of commerce or partisan influence.

  1. Guardians of Truth in an Age of Misinformation
    In an era of algorithmic echo chambers and politicized media, libraries provide free access to vetted information. They are among the few remaining places where individuals can engage with diverse perspectives, fact-check dubious claims, and develop the media literacy necessary to navigate a fractured information landscape.
  2. Sanctuaries for Banned Knowledge
    As school boards and state legislatures remove books on race, gender, and sexuality from curricula, public libraries often become the only places where such works remain available. In doing so, they fulfill their historic role as defenders of intellectual freedom.
  3. Community Anchors in Neglected Neighborhoods
    Blanche Nixon understood that libraries are more than just buildings—they are lifelines for underserved communities. They offer job training, after-school programs, and safe spaces for children who might otherwise lack them. In neighborhoods like Cobbs Creek, they are often the only institutions providing free internet access, literacy programs, and legal resources to residents shut out of traditional power structures.
  4. Archives of Local History
    Beyond their role in education, libraries serve as living archives, preserving the stories of ordinary people whose struggles and triumphs are too often excluded from official narratives. In doing so, they ensure that history is not merely the domain of the powerful but a collective inheritance.
Daneen Nixon (Blanche Nixon’s Granddaughter), Delgreco K. Wilson (Blanche Nixon’s nephew)

The Fight Ahead

The challenges facing American democracy are not abstract. They manifest in the closure of rural libraries due to funding cuts, in the intimidation of educators who teach about systemic racism, and in the growing partisan divide over what constitutes “acceptable” knowledge.

But the rededication of the Blanche A. Nixon Library is a reminder that resistance is possible. It is a testament to the power of civil society—of individuals and institutions that refuse to let communities be defined by neglect or historical amnesia.

State Senator, Anthony Hardy Williams

Blanche Nixon’s legacy teaches us that the work of democracy is not just about elections or laws but about the daily, unglamorous labor of sustaining spaces where people can learn, question, and grow. As the nation moves toward its semiquincentennial, the survival of its democratic experiment may well depend on whether institutions like public libraries can continue to fulfill that role.

The alternative—a nation stripped of its full history, where access to knowledge is dictated by ideology—is one that figures like Blanche Nixon spent their lives fighting against. The best way to honor her memory is to ensure that fight continues.

The Rise of Julian Reese: A Quiet Force in a Basketball Dynasty

COLLEGE PARK, Md. — On a crisp Saturday afternoon in March, senior forward Julian “JuJu” Reese stepped onto the court at the Xfinity Center for the final time in his collegiate career. With 19 points, 11 rebounds, and a commanding presence in the paint, Reese led the No. 11 Maryland Terrapins to a 74-61 victory over Northwestern. It was a fitting farewell for the Baltimore native who has quietly become one of the most dependable and impactful figures in college basketball, even as his older sister, Angel Reese, has become a national icon and a lightning rod for conversation in the sports world.

The Reese family is basketball royalty. Julian’s mother, Angel Reese Sr. (née Webb), was a standout at UMBC in the late 1980s and early 1990s, amassing 1,390 points and 932 rebounds—numbers that Julian has nearly mirrored in his own career. His aunts also played Division I basketball, and the family’s love for the game runs deep. But while Julian’s older sister, Angel, has become a household name for her brash confidence, outspoken personality, and trailblazing impact on women’s basketball, Julian has carved out his own path—one defined by steady growth, quiet determination, and an unwavering commitment to his team.

A Legacy in the Making
Julian Reese arrived at the University of Maryland in the fall of 2021 as a highly touted recruit from St. Frances Academy, a Baltimore-based basketball powerhouse. Standing at 6-foot-9 with a wingspan that seemed to stretch from baseline to baseline, Reese was a physical specimen with raw potential. He chose Maryland over offers from Seton Hall, LSU, and Temple, among others, and immediately made an impact as a freshman. Despite playing just 17.7 minutes per game, he averaged 5.7 points and 4.4 rebounds, showing flashes of the dominant force he would become.

His freshman year, however, was marred by turmoil. Eight games into the season, head coach Mark Turgeon resigned, and interim coach Danny Manning took over. The Terps finished a disappointing 15-17, but Reese’s potential was undeniable. When Kevin Willard was hired as head coach in the off-season, Reese made the decision to stay at Maryland rather than enter the transfer portal—a choice that would prove pivotal for both him and the program.

Under Willard’s guidance, Reese blossomed. As a sophomore, he became a full-time starter, nearly doubling his production to 11.4 points and 7.2 rebounds per game. Maryland improved to 22-13 and made a second-round appearance in the NCAA tournament. By his junior year, Reese had established himself as one of the top frontcourt players in the Big Ten, averaging 13.7 points, 9.5 rebounds, and 1.9 blocks per game.

This season, Reese has been the anchor of a resurgent Maryland team. Alongside his former S. Frances Academy teammate, Derik Queen, Reese has helped the Terps return to national prominence. Heading into the Big Ten tournament, Maryland is ranked 13th in the nation, with Reese leading the charge. He ranks second in the Big Ten in offensive rebound percentage and first in defensive rating, a testament to his relentless work ethic and basketball IQ.

The Reese Family Dynamic
The Reese siblings are a study in contrasts. Angel, the older sister, is a force of nature—charismatic, outspoken, and unapologetically herself. She has become a cultural icon, using her platform to advocate for women’s sports and empower young girls. Her larger-than-life personality has made her one of the most recognizable athletes in the world, and her success at LSU, including a national championship in 2023, has cemented her legacy as one of the greatest players in women’s college basketball history.

Julian, by contrast, is the quiet sibling. Reserved and introspective, he prefers to let his game do the talking. While Angel thrives in the spotlight, Julian is more comfortable in the shadows, focusing on the nuances of his craft. Yet, despite their differences, the bond between the two is unshakable. Angel has been one of Julian’s biggest supporters, often cheering him on from the stands alongside their mother, grandparents, and extended family.

Their contrasting personalities reflect the duality of the Reese family’s basketball legacy. Angel is the trailblazer, the one who pushes boundaries and challenges norms. Julian is the steady hand, the one who embodies the fundamentals and traditions of the game. Together, they represent the past, present, and future of basketball—a sport that has been the lifeblood of their family for generations.

A Future in the NBA
As Julian’s collegiate career winds down, the question on everyone’s mind is whether he has what it takes to succeed at the next level. The answer, according to scouts and analysts, is a resounding yes. Reese’s combination of size, athleticism, and defensive prowess makes him a legitimate NBA prospect. His ability to finish around the rim, coupled with his elite rebounding and shot-blocking skills, has drawn comparisons to players like Clint Capela and Jarrett Allen.

While Reese’s game is not without its limitations—he has attempted just one three-pointer in the past three seasons—his strengths far outweigh his weaknesses. His mobility and versatility on defense, in particular, make him an attractive option for NBA teams in need of a rim protector and rebounder.

A Legacy Secured
Julian Reese’s journey at Maryland has been one of perseverance and growth. From a raw freshman navigating a coaching change to a senior leader poised to make a deep tournament run, Reese has left an indelible mark on the program. He will finish his career with over 1,400 points and 1,000 rebounds, joining an elite group of players who have achieved such milestones.

But more than the numbers, Reese’s legacy lies in his quiet determination and unwavering commitment to his team. In a sports landscape often dominated by flashy personalities and viral moments, Reese has been a reminder that greatness can come in many forms.

As the JuJu Reese era comes to a close, one thing is certain: the Reese family’s basketball legacy is in good hands. Whether on the court or off it, Julian Reese has proven that he is more than just Angel’s little brother. He is a star in his own right—a testament to the power of hard work, humility, and an unyielding love for the game.

A Triumph for Tradition: Father Judge’s Victory at The Palestra Rekindles the Spirit of Philadelphia Basketball

PHILADELPHIA, PA – In the heart of Philadelphia, where the echoes of basketball history reverberate through the halls of The Palestra, a new chapter was written on Sunday afternoon. Father Judge High School, a proud institution from Northeast Philly, defeated defending champion Roman Catholic, 41-34, to claim the Philadelphia Catholic League Boys’ Basketball Championship. The victory, their first in 27 years, was not just a triumph for the Crusaders but a celebration of the enduring legacy of one of the most storied venues in sports.

The Palestra, the cathedral of college basketball, turned 98 this year. Since its opening in 1927, it has hosted more games, more visiting teams, and more NCAA tournaments than any other arena in the country. Its hallowed floor has been graced by legends, from Wilt Chamberlain to Kobe Bryant, and its intimate, raucous atmosphere has made it a shrine for basketball purists. Yet, in recent years, The Palestra’s relevance as a contemporary venue for college basketball has waned. The Philadelphia Big 5, once the lifeblood of the arena, no longer calls it home. Temple, Villanova, La Salle, and St. Joseph’s have opted to play their city series games on their own campuses, leaving Penn, the Palestra’s home team, as a fading force in the Ivy League.


But if the Big 5 has moved on, the Catholic League has stepped in to fill the void. The Catholic League Final Four has become the premier basketball event at The Palestra, a showcase of the city’s rich high school basketball tradition. On Saturday, approximately 10,000 fans—exceeding the arena’s official capacity of 8,700—packed into the venerable building to witness Father Judge and Roman Catholic battle for the most coveted high school championship in Pennsylvania. The atmosphere was electric, a reminder of what makes The Palestra special: the passion of the fans, the intensity of the competition, and the sense that, for a few hours, time stands still.

The game itself was a gritty, hard-fought affair, emblematic of Philadelphia basketball. Father Judge, led by head coach Chris Roantree, overcame a sluggish start to outlast Roman Catholic in a defensive slugfest. The Crusaders went the entire first quarter without a field goal, managing only two free throws, as Roman Catholic’s suffocating defense disrupted their rhythm. Sophomore point guard Tyler Sutton was a revelation for Roman, scoring 20 of his team’s 34 points and showcasing a blend of poise and skill that belied his age. But Father Judge’s senior point guard, Kevair Kennedy, weathered the storm, delivering clutch free throws down the stretch to seal the victory. His 10 points, four rebounds, and three assists may not have been eye-popping, but his leadership and resilience were instrumental in securing the title.

The game also featured a standout performance from Father Judge’s Everett Barnes, whose defensive dominance evoked memories of Bill Russell. Barnes, a towering presence in the paint, blocked shot after shot, keeping his team within striking distance during their offensive struggles. Alongside Roman Catholic’s Shareef Jackson, another formidable big man, Barnes is headed to the Patriot League next year, leaving one to wonder why Penn’s Steve Donahue didn’t make a stronger push to keep these local talents in the city. Their absence will be felt, but their performances on Saturday were a testament to the depth of talent in Philadelphia high school basketball.

For Father Judge, the victory was the culmination of a remarkable turnaround. Four years ago, Roantree took over a program that had gone 2-12 in the Catholic League. Under his guidance, the Crusaders have risen to the top, their journey a testament to the power of perseverance and belief. The postgame celebration was a scene of unbridled joy, as players, coaches, and fans reveled in a moment that had been decades in the making. For the Judge community, this championship was more than just a trophy; it was a reaffirmation of their identity and a source of immense pride.

As the final buzzer sounded and the Crusaders celebrated on the court, it was impossible not to feel the weight of history. The Palestra, with its wooden bleachers and arched rafters, has witnessed countless moments of triumph and heartbreak. On Sunday, it added another to its collection. Father Judge’s victory was a reminder of what makes this arena so special: its ability to bring people together, to create memories that last a lifetime, and to serve as a bridge between the past and the present.
In a city that loves its basketball, The Palestra remains a sacred space. While the Big 5 may have moved on, the Catholic League has ensured that the arena’s legacy endures. For one night, at least, The Palestra was once again the center of the basketball universe, and Father Judge’s Crusaders were its brightest stars.

The Afro-Sheen Light Skin Brother Bowl: A Game Worth Watching, A Moment Worth Celebrating

Next Thursday, American history’s getting made, plain and simple. Two Black coaches—Notre Dame’s Marcus Freeman and Penn State’s James Franklin—about to go head-to-head for a shot at the big prize: the National Championship. For Black folks, this ain’t just about football; it’s about kicking down doors that’ve been bolted shut for far too long. But, like clockwork, social media’s lit with white fans scratching their heads, asking why we’re even talking about race. To them, it’s just a game. To us? It’s a revolution.

Black folks know that for most of the 20th century, NCAA D1 colleges and universities wasn’t fuckin’ with us… At all…

The Long Shadow of Jim Crow

See, college ball didn’t always have space for Black excellence. For far too long, American Apartheid shaped collegiate sports. Back in the Jim Crow days, Black athletes were locked out of big-name programs, forced to shine in HBCUs while white players soaked up all the national mainstream media attention and glory. When integration finally hit in the 1970’s, Black players broke through, but the coaching ranks? That’s where the gate stayed locked.

And don’t get it twisted—the system wasn’t just about who could run the fastest or throw the farthest. In ‘87, Al Campanis, a Dodgers exec, told the world Black folks didn’t have the “necessities” to lead. Translation? “We don’t trust y’all to steer the ship.” Those words stuck, seeping into locker rooms, boardrooms, and beyond. Today, that bias may not wear the same ugly face, but it’s still lurking.

Breaking Through the Ceiling

Now here come Freeman and Franklin, rewriting the script. Many of the same cameras and microphones that have been prominently positioned in front of Coach Prime since August, will be pointed at these brothers. With everything on the line, Freeman and Franklin ain’t just holding clipboards; they’re running powerhouse programs, proving that leadership ain’t tied to skin color. For Black fans, it’s more than bragging rights; it’s decades of sweat, tears, and unshakable determination finally paying off.

But the pushback always comes. Some folks argue that sports should be colorblind, that the game’s about skill, not skin. Sounds nice on paper, but let’s be real: race has always been a lead actor in the American story. Black folks have felt the sting of fewer opportunities, lower pay, and higher scrutiny. That’s the backdrop to Thursday’s game, whether well-meaning white folks want to admit it or not.

A Call for Grace

To the white fans who don’t get the hype: this ain’t about excluding you; it’s about uplifting us. When we cheer for Freeman and Franklin, we’re cheering for progress—for the young Black kid watching the game, dreaming of calling plays someday.

Grace ain’t hard to give. It’s about understanding a joy that might not be yours to feel but is yours to witness. It’s about letting us celebrate without questioning the why. Because in moments like this, the why is woven into our history… American history.

Eyes on the Prize

This game’s bigger than football. It’s a chance to honor how far we’ve come and to fuel the journey ahead. For Black America, it’s a rare and beautiful milestone. For everyone else, it’s a reminder that progress, no matter how slow, is always worth the cheer.

So let’s savor this moment, not as a wedge but as a bridge. Let’s lift our voices for what’s right and what’s righteous. Because when the dust settles, it’s not just about who won the game—it’s about who changed the game.

The Light Skin Brother Bowl is ’bout to be lit like a Muthafucka…

The Philly Flavor Behind Delaware State’s Rise to MEAC Glory

PHILADELPHIA, PA – On a brisk Saturday afternoon, December 28, 2024, the Delaware State Hornets swagger into Hagan Arena, on City Avenue, ready to measure themselves against the Saint Joseph’s Hawks. For the Hornets, this isn’t just another game—it’s a homecoming of sorts. The roster hums with Philly flavor, a testament to the keen eye and relentless hustle of Assistant Coach Horace Owens. Owens, a name that carries tremendous weight in Philly hoops, has orchestrated a symphony of second chances and unpolished gems, bringing together a crew that embodies the grit of their hometown.

Stan Waterman, now in his fourth year as head coach, has steadily turned Delaware State into a competitive program, raising eyebrows with each passing season. But the secret sauce of his success recruiting the City of Brotherly Love is the man beside him: Horace Owens. Known simply as “Pappy” to those who run the city’s courts, Owens’ reputation precedes him. A McDonald’s All-American in 1979, Owens has been both a player and a sage, with his finger on the pulse of Philly basketball for decades.

Robert Smith, Delaware State

Owens’ recruiting prowess lies in spotting what others miss—diamonds in the rough. Take Robert “Man-Man” Smith and Muneer Newton, for example. Both were All-Catholic League stars whose talents were initially deemed too raw or unorthodox for Division 1 programs. Smith began his collegiate journey at a Division 2 school, while Newton found himself in the NAIA. But under Owens’ guidance, they’ve blossomed. Smith has emerged as one of the MEAC’s premier guards, averaging 16.1 points per game while shooting 42% from the field and 35.2% from deep. His scoring binges against Alabama State, NJIT, and Delaware—where he poured in 26, 27, and 22 points respectively—serve as warnings to Saint Joseph’s.

Stan Waterman, Delaware State Head Coach

Newton, meanwhile, has become the Hornets’ quintessential glue guy, chipping in 6.8 points and 5 rebounds per game while taking on the unenviable task of guarding the opposition’s top forward. And then there are the Watson twins, Kareem and Kaseem, who started their college careers at Cal State Bakersfield before Owens lured them back east. Kaseem, with his 12.8 points and 6.2 rebounds per game, has become a cornerstone of Delaware State’s success, while Kareem’s contributions add depth to a squad that’s hungry for respect.

The Hornets arrive in Philadelphia with a 7-6 record and a spot atop the MEAC standings. For them, this game isn’t just about basketball; it’s about proving that Philly talent doesn’t just belong on big-name rosters but can thrive in overlooked places like Dover, Delaware. Their opponent, Saint Joseph’s, represents the establishment: a well-heeled A10 program with a storied history and a home-court advantage that can turn Hagan Arena into a cauldron. The Hawks are heavy betting favorites, but the Hornets’ gritty Philly core has never been one to back down from a fight.

Muneer Newton, Delaware State

Ray Somerville and Muneer Newton’s inside presence will need to counter the Hawks’ big men, while Smith and Kaseem Watson will have to carry the scoring load. But more than Xs and Os, this game will come down to heart—and no one embodies that more than Horace Owens. His fingerprints are all over this squad, from the way they defend to their relentless approach to the game.

Saturday’s game will be a clash of styles: the relentless offensive barrage of Saint Joseph’s versus the raw, unyielding grit of Delaware State. For Owens, it’s another chance to show that his eye for talent is unmatched, and for the Hornets, it’s an opportunity to put their program on the map. Win or lose, one thing is certain: the Hornets will leave it all on the court, embodying the scrappy, resilient spirit of the city that shaped them.

Ed Cooley’s Vision: Sorber’s Path from Trenton to NBA Stardom Starts Now

PHILADELPHIA, PA – The sun was playing peek-a-boo behind the Philly skyline, June 2023, as I strolled into “Philly Live,” the kind of basketball jungle where reputations are forged and dreams find traction. Every year, John Mosco and Andre Noble gather over 150 hungry squads, each one packed with kids chasing a hoop dream. It wasn’t my first rodeo, I’ve attended each and every year since it’s inception. The gym was crowded, loud, and buzzing with scouts and whispers, but one game drew my attention—not because of the action on the hardwood, but because of who was standing beside me. Georgetown Head Coach, Ed Cooley.

Thomas Sorber, Georgetown’s freshman center/power forward

Now, if you know basketball, you know Cooley. He’s not just a coach; he’s a craftsman, with well-earned reputation for molding raw talent into polished gems. He had his eye fixed on one of his own, Thomas Sorber, a young big man from Archbishop Ryan, part of Philly’s fiercely competitive Catholic League. On the court, Sorber was doing what he does best—owning the paint, swatting shots like flies, and moving the ball with a finesse you don’t expect from a kid his size. Cooley leaned in, his voice steady but electric.

“Del,” he said, with a quiet authority that didn’t leave room for doubt, “I’m gonna develop Thomas into an NBA player. When he leaves Georgetown, he’s going to the NBA.”

Ed Cooley

It wasn’t a brag or a pitch—it was a statement of fact. And I believed him. How could I not? Cooley’s track record was bulletproof. Sorber had the frame, the skill, and the fire. All he needed was Cooley’s steady hand and a couple of years surviving the Big East grind. At least, that’s what we thought.

But life, like basketball, loves an upset. Nobody told Sorber he was supposed to take his time. Fast forward to last night: Seton Hall vs. Georgetown. A Big East slugfest in Newark, New Jersey. Sorber, now a freshman, lit up the scoreboard—19 points, 8 boards, 4 blocks, 2 assists, and 2 steals. The Hoyas edged out a nail-biter, 61-60, and now sit at 10-2. For the first time since the Sasha and Malia were playing tag in the White House, Georgetown’s two games above .500 in the conference.

The young man from Trenton, who honed his craft in the crucible of Philly’s Catholic League, isn’t just making waves—he’s dragging the Hoyas out of the depths and putting the Big East on notice. Ewing. Mourning. Mutombo. Hibbert. Sorber. Damn, that lineup’s got a ring to it.

Big Thomas is the next GREAT GEORGETOWN BIG MAN!

Cooley didn’t just call it—he sped up the clock. Year one, and Sorber’s already building a legacy. And me? I was there at the start, when a coach with a vision and a kid with a dream crossed paths in a steamy gym in Philly. This ain’t the end of the story—it’s the prologue.

Coatesville’s Freshman Phenomenon: Colton Hiller’s

Allow me to introduce you to a young Chester County hustler on the hardwood, straight outta Coatesville.  Standing a proud 6’5″, this freshman named Colton Hiller steps onto the court like he’s been there a thousand times before, the kind of confidence you can’t teach but only admire. His jump shot? It’s a thing of beauty—pure poetry in motion. When he lets it fly, you’d swear he borrowed Jerry West’s stroke, tucking his elbow tight like a secret and pointing it at the rim like he’s aiming down the sights of destiny. The follow-through is the exclamation point, a silky salute to a ball that’s already thinking of kissing the net.

Coatesville freshman Colton Hiller

Coatesville has a history of breeding ballers who play the game like it’s second nature. Richard Hamilton made his way from these streets to UConn and then the NBA, gliding through defenders with the same ease he probably walked through hallways back in high school. John Allen took his hustle and tenacity to Seton Hall, and Jhamir Brickus—a magician with the rock—handled his business at La Salle before landing at Villanova. These legends built their names one bucket, one crossover, one clutch moment at a time.

And now there’s Hiller.

He’s got the body of a man and the raw talent of a prodigy, but his game is seasoned beyond his years. In addition to NBA 3-point long balls, he’s starting to master the art of the 1-2 dribble midrange, that lost treasure most players won’t dig for. The youngbul is moving like a chess player, thinking three steps ahead, and when the defense collapses, his passing finds teammates like a jazz musician hitting the perfect note.

Coatesville Head Coach John Allen

The next four years? They’ll be a ride for anyone lucky enough to watch this kid. He’ll play in packed gyms where the air buzzes with the dreams of a city that loves its basketball like family. Every game will add to the legend, every highlight reel another chapter in the story of Hiller. Where he’ll wind up after Coatesville is a question only time can answer. Will it be UConn, Seton Hall, Villanova—or some other kingdom where his game will reign supreme?

But for now, we get to sit back and enjoy the show, watching a young king rise. This is Coatesville basketball. This is history in the making. And Hiller? He’s writing it one jumper at a time.

Hannah Hidalgo: The Unquestioned Queen of College Basketball

PHILADELPHIA, PA – In many ways, I have lived like a sports fan version of Forrest Gump. An ordinary hoop head from Philadelphia, I’ve somehow managed to stumble into key moments in the modern history of women’s basketball—all without realizing their significance at the time. This story isn’t about my serendipitous journey, but about the tenacious brilliance of one player I’ve unknowingly followed since she was a shy, unassuming kid with a basketball in her hands. Her name is Hannah Hidalgo, and she’s the best player in women’s college basketball today.

It was the summer of 2017, and I was attending a Team Final grassroots basketball event at Life Center in Burlington, New Jersey. My eyes were on future NBA stars like Cam Reddish, Louis King, and Isaiah Stewart, as well as a couple of my youngbuls, Sam Sessoms and Matthue Cotton. The competition was intense, the gym buzzing with the kind of energy that comes with elite talent. But off to the side, barely noticeable amidst the chaos, was a young girl dribbling a basketball like it was an extension of her body.

She couldn’t have been more than 12 or 13 years old, but her handle was mesmerizing. She manipulated the ball with an ease that reminded me of Allen Iverson or Kyrie Irving. One of my close friends, NBA agent Stephen Pina, grabbed my arm and pointed at her. “Del,” he said, “she’s the one. That’s Hannah.”

“Really?” I replied, unsure.

“Yo… remember I told you. She is the one.”

At the time, I didn’t think much of it. Women’s basketball wasn’t on my radar, and while I respected her dad, Orlando Hidalgo, as one of the best basketball minds in the Greater Philadelphia Region, I had absolutely no idea I was witnessing the genesis of greatness.

A couple of years later, Hannah was a high school freshman. Orlando called me one day to share the news that she was attending Paul VI High School and that he’d be coaching her. “Hannah likes South Carolina,” he said. “Could you reach out to Dawn Staley?”

Staley, a Philly legend of the highest magnitude herself, was at the helm of the nation’s top women’s basketball program. I made the call, but in my heart, I wasn’t sure if Hannah could embody the intense physicality and relentless grit of a Gamecock.

Imagine that shit… Father please forgive me, for I knew not what I was thinking…

Moreover, Dawn had her pick of the nation’s best guards, including MiLaysia Fulwiley, a South Carolina high school legend. Fulwiley, was a four-time South Carolina Basketball Coaches Association (SCBCA) Player of the Year, a five-time SCBCA First-Team All-State, and a WCBA All-American. She was also named a McDonald’s All-American and a Naismith (third team) All-American.

Fulwiley grew up a stone’s throw from the Arena where Staley has established the preeminent program in women’s college basketball. Fulwiley would eventually commit to Staley and the Gamecocks.

It was not meant to be… While Dawn, Hannah and Orlando kept in touch, it wasn’t meant to be. Hannah would have to find another home.

In the meantime, she turned high school basketball into her personal showcase. As a senior, against Camden High, she scored 40 points, along with 6 rebounds, 6 assists, and 12 steals. Facing powerhouse Morris Catholic, she dropped 41 points and added 7 rebounds and 7 steals. Against nationally ranked Westtown, she went nuclear with 48 points, 11 rebounds, and 8 steals. Watching her play was like witnessing prime Oscar Robertson—except she did it with a defensive tenacity that bordered on ferocious.

Eventually, she announced her commitment to Notre Dame. I was there, like Forrest Gump, camera in hand, recording the moment but still failing to grasp its significance. I knew she’d be very good. I didn’t know she’d become the very best.

As a freshman at Notre Dame, Hannah took the college game by storm. She averaged 22.6 points, 6.2 rebounds, 5.5 assists, and an astonishing 4.6 steals per game, earning first-team All-American honors. Still, entering this season, some debated whether JuJu Watkins or Paige Bueckers was the best player in the country. Those debates have been laid to rest.

Plainly, stated… Hannah BUSSED DEY ASS! Real Rap…

Hannah has consistently risen to the occasion against the best competition. She outplayed Watkins in Notre Dame’s victory over USC and followed that up by leading the Irish to a win over the undefeated, second-ranked UConn Huskies, outdueling Bueckers in the process. Her performances have been nothing short of legendary, and her relentless drive is what sets her apart.

Hannah Hidalgo doesn’t just play basketball; she imposes her will on the game. She bullies the best players in the nation. She is the embodiment of tenacity, a player who thrives on the biggest stages and against the toughest opponents. Every steal, every basket, every defensive stand feels like a declaration: “I belong here. I’m the best.”

Stephen Pina, for once in his life, was absolutely right. She is the one. And now, the rest of the basketball world knows it too.