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But when Gibbons recently staked out the Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Shootout, a premier high-school basketball tournament at Savvis, he was concerned that his friend's age had finally caught up with him.
"Gibby, you heard about SheBron?" the guard asked Gibbons.
"You mean LeBron, Jesse," Gibbons replied politely, referring to LeBron James, the Ohio high-school prodigy soon to become the NBA's number-one pick.
"Naw, SheBron," Whitaker shot back. "She's twelve years old. SheBron don't play with other girls. SheBron can rock the rim. Wait'll you see."
SheBron, Whitaker explained, was one Sheila Bronson, of nearby Alton, Illinois, and she could be found running circles around the cream of the region's best teenage boys on any given Sunday at Salu Park in Alton, one of the nation's toughest stretches of hoop blacktop.
Skeptical but well aware of the park's legend, Gibbons agreed to meet Whitaker at Salu. When he arrived at the playground on an uncharacteristically balmy February afternoon, he found Whitaker there in his Sunday best, already engrossed in the SheBron show.
The game included an elite group of prep all-stars, among them East St. Louis's Tommie Liddell, McCluer's Grant Agbo, O'Fallon's Xavier Price, McCluer North's Quintin Nickerson, Althoff's Kevin Lisch and Hazelwood Central's Kalen Grimes -- all heavily recruited Division I prospects.
"This here is history in the making," said Whitaker, pointing at the sleek six-foot-two Bronson as she pulled a rebound and snapped a crisp outlet pass, "and I ain't missin' one goddamned second of it."
What Gibbons soon witnessed was a stunning combination of quickness, leaping ability and athleticism -- packed into twelve-year-old SheBron's phenomenally mature frame. In one quick span, Gibbons watched, amazed, as Bronson drained a shot from three-point range, stole the ball from Lisch and then soared over the six-foot-eight Grimes to nab an offensive board, slamming the rock home forcefully with two hands. It was a display of intensity, of hoops instincts that Gibbons rarely sees in the nation's best prep ballers, let alone a middle-school girl.
"SheBron's the truth, and can't no one handle it," says Whitaker.
But later that afternoon, as she lounges in her Alton living room, Sheila Bronson proves far more humble. "I'm blessed to be able to play basketball this well; God gave me a gift, and it's my job to use it," she says, her soft voice sharply contradicting her ferocious floor game. "I'm also lucky to have a mom who's such a good teacher. There is no way I'd be able live my dreams without my mom making me practice math and reading every day. There are some things that are more important than basketball -- that's what she tells me. And she's right."
But according to her mother, Terry Bronson, Sheila is far too modest. Mom proudly notes that her daughter is also an accomplished violinist and has a history of routing her classmates at school science fairs. Better yet, she has a good heart: Terry speaks at length of how Sheila routinely visits a nearby preschool to play with handicapped children.
Unfortunately, society doesn't tend to celebrate promising young scholars. It does -- as we've learned from LeBron James -- place a premium on roundball prodigies. And to anyone who's seen her play, SheBron definitely has game.
To put her ability in proper perspective, it is worth noting that only a handful of women have ever dunked in a game at any level, with six-foot-five Los Angeles Sparks Center Lisa Leslie becoming the first WNBA athlete to slam one home in 2002. Although the crowd went bananas, Leslie's dunk was decidedly pedestrian: The svelte center barely nudged the ball up and over the rim. SheBron, by contrast, has been know to stun -- and embarrass -- top high-school opponents with her one-handed tomahawk slams.
The Illinois State Scholastic Basketball Association prohibits girls from competing in school-sponsored boys' leagues. But with a special exemption, the Amateur Athletic Union allowed Bronson to play in a select ninth-grade-boys' league last summer. She was named MVP -- and averaged four dunks per game. Videotapes of her AAU battles with the boys show her as nothing short of dominant.
Gibbons, revered nationwide as the dean of college-basketball recruiting with his All-Star Report, first thought Sheila was an elaborate ruse. Whitaker, a known jokester, has some serious hoop connections. It wouldn't be beyond him to truck in a WNBA All-Star to mess with Gibbons.
But the game at Salu made a true believer of Gibbons -- especially after Terry Bronson provided the disbelieving recruiter a birth certificate proving that her daughter was indeed twelve. Now Gibbons thinks Sheila can go straight from middle school to the WNBA.
"I've been wondering what was going to happen after LeBron James," says Gibbons. "The question has been answered with SheBron. It seemed unimaginable to me that there could be any person who could come anywhere near him, and then, suddenly, here comes a girl who's twelve years old, who may defy all odds, totally revolutionizing the sport by becoming the first girl to skip high school and go straight to the WNBA. There've been guys who've skipped college, obviously, but no one has gone pro without attending high school."
Moreover, Sheila may be in the ideal position to do it. She is being home-schooled by her mother and expects to earn her high-school equivalency by age fourteen, if not sooner. Citing her daughter's height and intellect as compelling factors, Terry has also petitioned Illinois Secretary of State Jesse White, who oversees the state's driver-services department, to grant SheBron an age exemption so that she can earn her driver's license at age thirteen. After all, she'll need to transport herself when she reaches the pro circuit.
Both mother and daughter say Sheila intends to declare herself eligible for the WNBA draft at age fourteen.
Gibbons knows how tough it will be for her to make that leap. On the other side of the gender line, for every Amare Stoudemire and Kobe Bryant, there are two dozen Bill Willoughbys -- high-school studs whose surefire-star labels gave way to underdeveloped fundamentals and brash immaturity by the time they reach the pros, if they're even lucky enough to get there.
At the MLK tourney, Gibbons watched East St. Louis' Liddell nearly outscore perennial Missouri power Vashon's entire team in a braggin'-rights rout. The wiry six-foot-five Liddell, with his point-guard floor vision and wombatlike defense, was everything Gibbons had heard about and more.
Yet Gibbons' gut gives him cause for pessimism.
"Tommie's got enough talent to be a fine college player, but he's got to hit the weights if he wants to play in the league [the NBA]," says Gibbons. "Nowadays, it's not enough to just be able to play. You have to have pipes. LeBron James has pipes."
He has no such reservations about Sheila Bronson and the WNBA.
"SheBron has pipes," he says. "With her intensity, I could see her developing into a female Tracy McGrady, only with Ben Wallace's physicality. Think about it: She's twelve, she's already six-foot-two and she's still extraordinarily agile. The genetic possibilities are limitless."
Two other scouts -- Cutting Edge Recruiting's Mark Melvin and Gold Chip Prepster's Dave Telep -- take Gibbons' enthusiasm a step further. They think Bronson could be the first woman to play in the NBA.
"It is clear that she has athletic ability that no female athlete before her has ever approached," says Melvin, a former Alton resident whose service focuses on Illinois prep talent. "I am convinced that with the proper coaching and work ethic on her part, we are looking at the first crossover athlete. If she continues to work and learn the game, this young lady will be more dominant in women's basketball than Venus and Serena Williams are today in women's tennis -- although I believe her ceiling could well be the NBA."
Telep, who's based in Durham, North Carolina, concurs: "She'll be a max-contract player in the WNBA by the time she's eighteen. There's no question she could play in the NBA. They say Europeans are soft. Well, she's no European."
Not unexpectedly, shoe and apparel companies have already begun lining up to throw money at the twelve-year-old revolutionary.
"Michael Jordan and Tiger Woods will always be amazing pitchmen, but SheBron is the real deal -- a marketer's dream come true," says John Lundquist of Double Team Sports Marketing in Chicago. "She takes girl power to levels I don't think any of us thought possible."
Like LeBron James, with his infamous Hummer, the Bronsons have a nice car in their driveway -- a gift from SheBron's wealthy uncle Alton Lister, the seven-foot former NBA center who, while serving as one-third of the Milwaukee Bucks' three-headed pivot with Paul Mokeski and Randy Breuer in the mid-'80s, was dubbed "Alton Listless." Terry Bronson is Lister's sister.
But it is unwise to suggest that Lister's unfulfilled promise will provide a cautionary tale for Sheila. The Bronsons construe any criticism of Lister's career as a slight against the family's reputation. It also fuels SheBron's competitive drive.
"My uncle always played hard," says SheBron, who's watched videotapes of all her uncle's games. "He wasn't listless. [Former Atlanta Hawk center] Jon Koncak was way more listless than Uncle Alton."
SheBron has a similarly unflattering impression of Leslie, the WNBA's reigning MVP.
"She's tall and is a pretty good shooter, but she doesn't have many muscles and doesn't dunk a lot," says SheBron quietly. "What I'd really like is to play against Ben Wallace. Maybe one day I'll be able to jump over his huge Afro."
Superscout Gibbons isn't counting it out:
"If her growth pattern reaches six-foot-ten, which is what doctors are predicting, and her body continues to have muscle definition, then the unimaginable will truly happen -- a woman in the NBA. As Paul Harvey would say, 'Stay tuned, America.'"