By now, Thomas Robinson knows that personal tragedy has come to define him. No matter how many dunks or rebounds or blocked shots he tallies, he is that rare star for whom “basketball player” is only part of his identity. He knows this won’t change, even if he’s no longer interested in telling the world about his three loved ones dying in an unthinkable three weeks last year.
This is a wonderful, terrible, promising and completely unfair position for a guy who turned 21 only last week.
His should be a story only about basketball. Robinson is the scowling muscle behind Kansas’ push toward another Final Four, the strutting hulk treating each court as his own, the most valuable player in the country and a certain millionaire if he makes this his last...