By Chris Broussard

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Sometimes they were college students grabbing a run between classes. Other times they were young working stiffs letting off steam after a day on the job. They weren't necessarily great ballplayers-this was France, after all-but their feistiness and size made for good competition, especially for a couple of youngsters who were always looking for a game. The adults tolerated Boris Diaw and his brother, Martin, as long as the boys didn't go all shotcrazy. That was no problem for 12-year-old Diaw; ...

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