By John Gustafson

Friday, December 19, 2008

Adam Morrison sits on his girlfriend's couch, mindlessly flicking a cigarette lighter. His long, wiry legs stretch from baggy shorts to black sneaks stacked on a coffee table. A Dale Earnhardt "3" cap sits loosely atop a scruffy, pageboy cut that could peg him as a lost member of the Ramones. In half-repose, Morrison seems almost mellow. It's a state of being not usually associated with Gonzaga's junior forward. But when the subject of his participation in an impromptu boxing match is broached, ...

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