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Davidson in the Wide-Awake World: Steph, Lowell, Steve and Chris in Tanzania, the Summit Coffee Gang on Main Street
Yesterday’s breaking news feature “Net Gain” by Rick Reilly on ESPN.com, about Steph Curry‘s work with the Nothing But Nets campaign against malaria contains the following compellingly crafted line describing a crowd’s reaction in Camp Nyarugusu, Tanzania: “These refugees don’t know dunks, nor do they know why a 25-year-old NBA star, coming off his breakout season, would fly more than 8,000 miles and 24 hours, risk malaria, typhoid and yellow fever, just to hang bed nets in their mud huts for the anti-malaria program Nothing But Nets. On his vacation.”
Talk about perspective.
Reilly’s ESPN article also made me think of another alumni initiative in Tanzania, the medical work of Lowell Bryan ’68, Steve Justus ’78 and others through the Touch Foundation, which Lowell and Steve talked about on campus in June.
Finally, the article also contains another name I recognized, Chris Helfrich, formerly an advancement officer in College Relations, now director of Nothing But Nets. Chris’s brothers Tim ’00 and Brian ’07 own Davidson’s civic-minded community hub, Summit Coffee Co. on Main Street, which just announced a Summit coffeehouse and pub on Patterson Court on the Davidson campus. Read all about it on DavidsonNews.net.
Here’s to staying wide awake and making the world a better place!
Daybook Davidson played with the paparazzi at River Run Golf Course this muggy Monday morning, for a good cause: The Curry Classic Celebrity Golf Tournament, with Wildcat/Warrior Steph and his dad Dell and friends having a blast in support of the Ada Jenkins Center—to the tune of $70,000! How sweet that is for the center, a perennial beneficiary of Davidson students’ work through the Center for Civic Engagement. Steph said he was impressed with the work at “Ada” as a Davidson College student, and it remains a cause close to his heart.
In a pre-tourney interview, he added that he was glad the Curry Classic tournament got scheduled on the front end of his very full summer off-season: “You feel like you have a lot of time, but you start committing to activities and opportunities and it really flies by. “You’ve got to have fun, and it’s a challenge to balance it all out.”
Davidson’s recent jump to the Atlantic 10 Conference also came up in a pre-tourney media moment: “It’s a big step,” Steph told the cameras. “So-Con was great, but the A-10 is a great opportunity. I’m happy for Coach McKillop and for the whole program and for the whole school.”
Daybook and fellow staffer Anna Prushinski got to meet Steph’s better half Ayesha, too, standing gracefully by two orange juices, two bananas and two donuts perched precariously on a clubhouse railing as she glanced around for Steph. “Just so you know, both of the donuts are mine,” she said with a smile sweet as Krispy Kreme glaze. We moved away from the donuts to go score Curry Classic Celebrity golf shirts: classy, crisp white numbers with a tastefully embroidered logo that we badgered a volunteer to “sell” to us in exchange for a donation to Ada Jenkins.
In the spirit of paying it even further forward, and in honor of two of Steph’s top stated causes of choice—Ada Jenkins and educational scholarships—Daybook will offer a size L to the highest bidder, with 100 percent of proceeds to be divided evenly between Ada Jenkins Center and The Davidson Trust. Pass it on! Bidding starts at $25 and ends Friday, June 21 at noon, at which time Daybook will announce a winner at the top of a chronological list of all bidders. Contact Daybook by Facebook page or e-mail (josyme at davidson.edu). Honor Code-pledged.
This from Gabrielle Wallace ’12 speaks—volumes—for itself.
An Old Man’s Wish and a Wildcat Favor
I cannot count the number of times older alumni mentioned the strong connection that we graduates share, and how the Davidson bond follows you wherever you go. “Great,” I thought to myself, “Real handy when I’ll be 3,000 miles away.” After graduating last May, I moved back home to the West Coast. Yet as fate would have it, a Wildcat was about to make history not those thousands of miles away in North Carolina, but in my own back yard. And not just any Wildcat, but Stephen Curry.
I found out about Stephen gearing up to break the 3-point single-season shot record the morning of the game. The very first thing in the morning, in fact, with my father rapping at my door and shouting how we needed to buy tickets immediately. I had to rub my eyes to realize I wasn’t dreaming, because I couldn’t remember the last time Dad had urged me out of bed.
My dad had been diagnosed with liver cancer on August 15, 2012 and given approximately one to three months to live. By the grace of God (and some holistic medicine), he had been outliving the doctor’s expectations by several months. However his health still steadily declined, and he moved in with me on his 73rd birthday. Some days he would not leave the bed, his liver cancer now also in his lymph nodes, a lung, and spine draining all of his energy. Yet there was my father (in mid April) with a vitality in his voice I hadn’t heard since before his terrible diagnosis. I opened my eyes to see him peeking his head in my bedroom door, listening how much he wanted to watch Stephen beat our home team, the Portland Trail Blazers. So, around noon, we splurged on some good seats for the 7:30 game. He was so excited he could hardly sit still, which was saying something for Dad these days. And suddenly an idea hit me, and I decided to put this Davidson connection to the test.
The first person I contacted was my friend Meg Jarrell: she lived across the hall from me freshman year on Second Belk, and as an athlete got to know Stephen herself. I told her that it would mean the world to me if he could grant us a short hello, and wondered if she could get a hold of him. It was 12:30 and I had 7 hours until tip-off to make it happen. She suggested I e-mail Bob McKillop, so I sent him an e-mail explaining my situation. I got no reply. After clinging to my iPhone for four hours, I finally let the crazy idea go, and went to run an errand. I came back home to a missed call and froze in shock as Bryant Barr’s voice came through my voicemail. Coach McKillop had forwarded my e-mail to Bryant, who had spoken with Stephen, and suddenly I was being offered post-game visitor’s passes and courtside tickets.
I decided to keep it a surprise for my dad until we got to the arena, and asked if we could wait a minute in the lobby before sitting down. Bryant and his friend (a friend who was offering up his courtside tickets for us) kindly explained to my father that he would not be sitting in section 121, row R, but would be sitting floor-level, watching the game from mere feet away. It was a moment I’ll never forget: realization and pure gratitude filling my father’s face as tears swept over mine. The rest, as basketball fans across the nation saw, was history.
Dad was elated to meet Stephen and, though I had to support his weight as we walked slowly up the stairs and out of the arena, he claimed he was so happy he felt he was floating on air. And I realized, 3,000 miles away, that my Davidson connection had never felt stronger.
This just in from my colleague Anna Prushinski, maven of all things Steph:
“Regional SI cover is… Who else? Comes out Thursday but probably nowhere near here. Anyone have a west coast friend?”