By Rob LaBrie
It’s the greatest night of his life. The young man anticipates his name being called, but never truly believes it until the announcement comes from David Stern. The Boston Celtics are the team he’ll be playing for. Sounds like a pretty good deal; not too far away from home and he’ll be playing for a team that can win. In fact, with him on the team, they’ll be dominating for sure.
The next day, he heads up to Boston for a while with his father to go scout the place out and meet some important figures on the team. He flies home the next night and arrives at College Park, where his dorm is located, around 11 p.m., still slightly draft drunk as so much has been packed into a couple days. He relaxes for a little while with friends until around 2 a.m. The young man is sick of his friends constantly drilling him on his new team and new found fame, sounding like all the reporters he’s had to face. He heads out in his new Nissan 300ZX. He comes back around 3 a.m. He stays up for a few hours, high on cocaine, talking to his teammate, Terry Long. At 6 a.m., he collapses on his couch for the deepest of sleeps. Len Bias is dead at age 22.