Damn fine article on the Nuggets' Anthony Carter;
Denver's Carter relies on strength and second chance
MARCIA C. SMITH
Register columnist
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LOS ANGELES — The guy had no chance making the NBA nine seasons ago and staying.
Anthony Carter was the son of a drug-addled mother, a high school dropout and a puny 6-foot-2 streetballer who made meal money hustling pickup teams on the Atlanta asphalt from morning to midnight.
Before Wednesday's Game 2 of the first-round playoffs at Staples Center, the Denver Nuggets point guard leaned back in his locker room folding chair, rested on the heels of his fresh-out-of-the-box Nikes and furtively looked around as if he were about to let someone in on a secret.
"I'm lucky," said Carter, 32, talking softly from his stall neighboring those of his franchise's royalty, Allen Iverson and Carmelo Anthony. "I'm here. Still."
He doesn't need to tell the story of his hard-scrabble past. His journey's chapters, its heroes and heroines, and its symbols are needled deep into the skin of his arms.
These are strong and fearless arms. In Game 2, they shuttled passes to Nuggets shooters. They went up to try to block the jumpshot of Laker Luke Walton — yes, 6-8 Walton — during his nine minutes of action. They held his head up when he sat on the bench, scoreless and shotless, his starting lineup spot and minutes taken by burly, three-point shooter and Lithuanian guard Linas Kleiza.
In Sunday's Game 1 loss to the Lakers, the arms wrapped around the rising waist of fast-breaking, shooting Kobe Bryant. Then they shoved Bryant in the back, sending the MVP candidate tumbling into a baseline of photographers.
Messing with arguably the best player in the game? What nerve from the dropout who needed a GED, Saddleback College, two seasons at the University of Hawaii and a chance free-agent signing to get a toe-hold in the NBA.
If you knew where Carter came from and what he's stomached, you'd know why nobody intimidates him, nothing scares him, no chance seems too slim, no comeback impossible.
Think of the odds against Carter: Growing up in poverty. Sharing a tiny Atlanta home with 13 others. Having a mother on drugs. Watching the men in his life — no father, just uncles — go into prison and stay there.
Carter came from nothing. He was even too poor to have dreams.
Tugged by the streets, he dropped out of Alonzo A. Crim High School and made money using his only skill, basketball, to stuff his pockets with singles when his pickup team won. He thought about selling drugs because, at the bottom, that's the only job that seems to pay and is looking to hire.
"But then I got one really great second chance," said Carter, about the opportune meetings that put him on the path toward college and the NBA.
A former player tipped off longtime Saddleback College coach Bill Brummel about Carter, who was playing in a city basketball league. Brummel saw poor-quality video taken from the sideline of Carter's midnight games and was intrigued enough to contact Carter.
Carter didn't believe the interest. He trashed the college application the school sent. But good sense intervened, Carter earned his GED and was on his way west to Mission Viejo.
"Those were some of the best days of my life, because that's where I got my life back," said Carter, smiling and remembering. "I was playing ball, sleeping on my coach's floor and taking advantage of the opportunity."
He played two seasons at Saddleback and led all California junior college players in scoring in the 1995-1996 season. "One game I was 19 of 25 and in a zone," he said. "I've never had a game like that since."
Carter transferred to Hawaii and averaged 18.7 points, 7.3 assists and 5.2 rebounds per game his senior season, earning a 1998 All-America honorable mention. He injured his shoulder in front of scouts at the NBA predraft camp and was never drafted.
But the Miami Heat (1999-03), the San Antonio Spurs (2003-04), the Minnesota Timberwolves (2004-05) and Denver (2006-07) went after the free agent. The Nuggets signed him after waiving him. Twice.
"I'm always thinking about a comeback," said Carter, about life and basketball.
He averaged career-highs in nearly every statistical category in this, his ninth, season: 28 minutes, 7.8 points, 5.5 rebounds and 2.9 assists. He also had a career-best 28 blocks and 109 steals for the Nuggets, who led the league in blocks (6.7) and steals (9.2).
Carter started Game 1 and had four points and five assists in 17 minutes. His scene-stealing moment came when he earned a technical foul with 9 minutes and 50 seconds left in the third quarter.
Bryant had just stolen the ball and was racing solo down the court. Carter, the only Nugget to give chase, ran down Bryant, threw his arms around him, took a flailing elbow to the eye and, in a huff, shoved Bryant in retaliation.
Carter hasn't backed down to anyone or anything. He won't. He has come so far.
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