- Penny Hardaway returned home this year to coach middle schoolers
- Hardaway took over because a friend was fighting cancer
- Ex-NBA star became surrogate father to his players, kept gangs away
- Grades went up, attitudes changed with Hardaway on the sidelines
With just over three minutes left in the state championship, Coach Penny Hardaway called a timeout.
He didn't like what he was seeing. Down by 15 points, his middle schoolers were quitting. It stood against everything he had instilled in them:
Don't use the inner city as an excuse to fail.
You can overcome your circumstances.
Always dream big.
You can overcome your circumstances.
Always dream big.
The former NBA All-Star and greatest basketball player in Memphis history huddled his team of 12 together. He looked them in the eyes. He could see his reflection from 25 years ago: young teens from the city's roughest projects longing for positive mentors.
"Just give me all you got," he told them.
He was thinking a fight to the finish would let the players walk out with their heads high, their pride intact, even if they lost.
But what happened next defies explanation, is beyond description. A boy playing for his ailing father did something extraordinary. A man who grew up without one, who'd come to serve as a surrogate dad to a dozen boys, watched in awe.
Hardaway, now 40, made more than $120 million in a pro basketball career that spanned 16 seasons. Yet one of his crowning achievements came not as a player but as coach to the seventh- and eighth-graders of Lester Middle School, the same school that gave him a shot in life.
A coach's miracle
In October 2010, Desmond Merriweather lay in a hospital bed in Memphis. He'd battled colon cancer for more than a year. Chemo, radiation and multiple surgeries had done little to stop the cancer's spread.
Doctors gave the Lester Middle School head coach 24 to 48 hours to live. His pastor, the Rev. Larry Peoples -- "a prayer warrior" -- stood at his bedside and bowed his head. Family and friends gathered in the room.
Merriweather had returned to his old neighborhood -- gang-infested Binghampton -- to coach basketball. He'd moved from Jackson, Tennessee, where he'd lived since earning his college degree. He wanted to mentor middle school kids in the blighted neighborhood, to keep them from going down the wrong path.
"I wanted to show them that your heart is bigger than what you think it is."
But it seemed he wouldn't live to see the season.
Merriweather, now 38, doesn't know quite how to explain what happened. He had gone through surgery and then was given his death sentence. The doctors had said something about complications.
"The only thing I can remember is waking up," Merriweather says.
Gradually, he emerged from danger. He attributes his recovery to the power of prayer, although he's still fighting the disease.
"When the doctors gave up on me, I never gave up on myself. I'm a fighter. I knew I had to come back to my son and my daughter and my wife -- and most of all, my team."
He asked God to give him one more chance, to return him to the hardwood floors of Lester Middle. The boys needed him. More than anything, he longed to coach his son Nick again.
Among the hospital visitors was his boyhood friend, Anfernee "Penny" Hardaway. Merriweather had tagged along with the rising star at school, at outdoor courts, at the neighborhood gym.
"When we were growing up, we would see people get shot in the park -- just a whole lot of crazy, chaotic things," Merriweather says. In Hardaway, Merriweather saw a young leader who was going to make it.
"I want to do something for your kids," Hardaway told the ailing coach.
Merriweather recovered enough to return to his team that season. But as the next season got under way, the chemo drained him of strength. Hardaway had stayed in touch with Merriweather throughout his recovery, peppering him with questions. What type of team do you think you're gonna have? How good are they?
"I didn't want to brag or anything, but I knew we had a good team," Merriweather says.
He invited Hardaway to meet the players one afternoon last November. "I came over and saw the team and just instantly fell in love," Hardaway says.
In an era when stars parachute in, smile for the cameras and then leave, Hardaway did just the opposite. He began driving his Bentley, Cadillac Escalade and Range Rover down the streets of Binghampton. Residents rushed from their homes, waved and cheered.
He'd pull into the school on Carpenter Street, nicknamed "C Street" because it's known Crips territory, one of four gangs that dominate the neighborhood.
He'd show up for team practices even before Merriweather arrived. Hardaway started first as a volunteer. Still weakened from cancer, Merriweather soon delegated his duties. Hardaway became Coach Penny. He coached for free, with Merriweather remaining at his side.
Hardaway talked to the team about discipline, about class, about dignity. If you wanted to play for him, you had to focus on school. He instituted a mandatory tutorial program.
He'd arrive early in the morning, stick his head in the classrooms, make sure his boys were behaving. He quizzed teachers about the players' progress reports: What areas do they need help in?
"I wanted to make sure they understood that education is more than sports," Hardaway says. "A lot of these kids go from home to home to live. I had to make sure they're doing their homework, make sure they're going to class, make sure they're not sleeping in class. ... It's all to make them know that I do care."
Grades jumped from a 2.5 grade-point average -- about a B-minus or C-plus -- to nearly 2.9, a solid B. Hardaway's goal is to have each of his players graduate from college one day. (In 2003, while still in the NBA, he quietly earned his college degree from the University of Memphis.)
He lectured the team about life in Binghampton. He'd walked th