The greatest shot in the history of Kansas basketball can be traced, of all places, to Alaska.
Mario Chalmers used to hide behind the couch until his mother, Almarie, sang the national anthem. Then he’d waddle around the corner and onto the “court” he’d constructed on the living room floor of his family’s Anchorage home.
“Three … two … one,” Almarie would count as four-year-old Mario heaved shot after shot at the miniature Nerf rim. “Three … two … one.”
Chalmers’ father, Ronnie, chuckles as he tells the story.
“He won a lot of national championships in that living room,” Ronnie said.
Perhaps that’s why Chalmers felt so at ease at the Alamodome on Monday. Seventeen years after those impromptu games in his den, Chalmers again found himself with the ball in his hands and the clock winding down. Only this time there were 43,257 fans watching – and the national championship really was on the line.
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