Len Davis is climbing. Up a ladder, through the dark bowl of the Pete Maravich Assembly Center he goes, to a catwalk that shakes with each heavy step. Hardwood flashes beneath the maze of metal. Two nights ago, the building was packed with fans screaming his name. Now it's empty. For the first time all day, no one can see him. He moves through the blackness by memory, toward a sanctuary neither coaches nor teammates know. Up here, the overwhelming expectations recede. Up here, there's no need for the Big Baby act. Up here, he can be himself. He finds another narrow ladder and begins to move, hand over hand, toward the roof. Long climbs are nothing new for Davis; he has been slogging uphill his whole life. But then came the high-profile Final Four run and the preseason All-America. Growing up with an addict mama taught him how...
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