You know that feeling when you look at your phone, and you just got too many missed calls, and you get those like butterflies in your stomach?
That’s how this day was.
It was 2014, summer after my rookie year with the Clippers. I had just finished working out in L.A. with one of my best friends, and when I checked my phone I saw that I had missed a bunch of calls. I had one from my sister Keiosha. One from my mom. And then one from a Baltimore number I didn’t recognize. And there was a voicemail, too. Like, Yeah, this is Detective so and so. I need you to call me back at this number when you get this message.
Read Reggie’s full essay in the Players’ Tribune HERE.