Classes as you can imagine took a majority of Christian Travis's day, major reason he hated Mondays. BUT, it wasn't that he hated his classes or professors, in fact he loved everything about his ongoing situation as a freshman at the University of Kentucky. He was getting used once again to that Southern Hospitality having been born a South Carolina kid, he wasn't used to the overwhelming friendliness and employment of manners the Bluegrass State was known for. He was in a rush to get to nearby Joe Craft Center from his last class of the day as he like the rest of his teammates were about to find out where they stood in relation to the pecking order of the roster, where their minutes laid and whether or not they did enough to crack the starting lineup this rapidly approaching season. He ran into a few fast friends who helped acclimate Chris quickly before he profusely apologizes as he within eyes length of the basketball facility. He sports a pair of Hollister jeans, a Hollister Polo with a cross pendant with a pair of Kobes strapped to his feet.
Christian: Shit, shit, shit. I pray I'm not late, hate when professors keep you in longer than what the release time is!
The athletic center was lively, moreso as basketball players from both teams as well volleyball players were running around ready to meet the coaches for the first time as seasons were kicking off in less than two weeks.
Christian: Alright, let's see they said there'd be a sign showing everyone where to go.... BINGO!
Sign: All Men's Basketball Players, report to practice gym 1. Change into your practice gear beforehand.
Christian abides as he rushes to the men's locker room, seeing all of his teammates also getting changed out.
Andrew Harrison: FRESHMAN!
Christian: Do you really have to be so loud, Drew? I've been up since eight in the morning dude.
Andrew: We're less than a week away from the season, of course I'm gonna be loud! I don't know, slap some coffee into you. We gotta hit the ground running starting today.
He screams in excitement as the sophomore and twin brother of Aaron Harrison races out of the locker room just as the aformentioned twin Aaron shakes his head and checks on his underclassmen and potential NBA Draft lottery pick.
Aaron: Ignore Drew, he always gets hyped around this part of the schedule, moreso than even conference play. How are you holding up, how's the family?
Christian: They're doing alright, mom and dad won't stop badgering me every twenty minutes to make sure I haven't keeled over from homesickness, Zendaya's kicking ass in Hollywood thought that doesn't surprise me. Pops still dealing with a lingering elbow issue though he's on the mend. Just awaiting my fate to see where I stand on this loaded roster.
Aaron: Something tells me you're going to be very satisfied kid, your hard work all practice long it would surprise us all if none of you freshmen crack the starting five or get meaningful minutes.
Christian throws on his practice jersey, pursing his lips as he thought it over. Every time he got an evaluation sheet from his coaches, he had way more positives than he did negatives. So in his mind, minutes were guaranteed but just how many was the question. Before he could talk, assistant coach John Robic with clipboard in hand claps them up.
John Robic: What're we standing around for men?! If you're already in gear, move your asses to the court!
Everyone motions to grab a basketball from the stationary rack but as Chris grabbed one, the man, the myth, the legend most commonly associated with Big Blue Basketball, John Calipari stands in the threshold that connected his office to the beauty of the Kentucky locker room.
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