The playoff bracket was drawn on a Thursday afternoon.
Marcus stared at it in Lisa's office, tracing Jefferson's path to a second consecutive championship. First round: Monroe. Second round: likely Oak Park. Semifinal: Lincoln or Central. Final: almost certainly Jefferson Prep.
"It's a murderer's row," Lisa said, reading over his shoulder.
"It's what we expected. Nothing's free in this district."
"Are you worried?"
"I'm always worried. That's what keeps me sharp." Marcus tapped the bracket. "Prep is the one that concerns me. Blake's been building for this all year. Those transfers he brought inâthey've had a full season to gel. They're going to be dangerous."
"You beat them in the regular season."
"By one point. In their gym." Marcus shook his head. "If we meet them in the final, it's going to be war."
"You've been through war before."
"Not like this. Last year, nobody expected us to be there. This year, anything less than a championship is failure." He looked at her. "That's a different kind of pressure."
"Maybe." Lisa kissed his forehead. "Now go coach your team."
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The first-round game against Monroe was clinical.
Jefferson came out with the focus and intensity that had been missing during the Riverside loss. Malik dominated the paint with 24 points and 14 rebounds. Darius ran the offense with quiet control. The bench players, led by Isaiah and Dominique, provided energy and depth that last year's team had lacked.
Final score: Jefferson 78, Monroe 52.
"That's what we're capable of," Marcus told them afterward. "When we play with focus and trust, nobody in this district can stop us."
"Nobody," Malik agreed.
"Don't get cocky. Oak Park is next, and they're hungry."
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Oak Park presented a familiar challenge.
They were the team Jefferson had beaten twice last seasonâincluding the semifinal that sent them to the championship. But Oak Park had improved significantly, adding new pieces and refining their system under Coach Bell's meticulous guidance.
The game was a battle from the opening tip.
Oak Park's motion offense was sharper than ever, creating open looks through precise cuts and screens. Jefferson's defense, usually airtight, was a step slowâthe speed and complexity of Oak Park's system creating confusion.
By halftime, the score was tied at 34.
"They're executing at a high level," Kevin observed. "Every cut is purposeful. Every screen is set at the right angle."
"Then we need to be more purposeful on our end." Marcus drew on his whiteboard. "We're switching to a match-up zone. Force them to shoot over us instead of cutting to the basket."
"What about offense?"
"Isaiah, this is your game. They're sagging off youâpunish them. Every open look, let it fly."
Isaiah's eyes lit up. "With pleasure."
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The third quarter was Isaiah's coming-of-age.
The sophomore shooter caught fireâhitting five three-pointers in eight minutes, stretching Oak Park's defense until it snapped. Every time they closed out on him, he drove past them for easy layups. Every time they stayed home, he shot over them.
"He's unstoppable!" Darius shouted during a timeout, his face split with a grin.
Isaiah finished the quarter with 18 points. Jefferson led 58-48.
The fourth quarter was a formality. Oak Park made a brief run, cutting the lead to eight, but Jefferson answered every challenge. The depth that Marcus had built paid dividendsâfresh legs off the bench wearing down Oak Park's thin rotation.
Final score: Jefferson 74, Oak Park 60.
"Semifinal next," Marcus said. "Lincoln."
"Lincoln." Malik nodded slowly. "The team that started it all."
"Yeah." Marcus looked at his expanded rosterâthe original seven plus the newcomers who had bought in. "Let's show them what's different."
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The semifinal against Lincoln was a homecoming of sorts.
Lincoln had been the first team Jefferson had faced in Marcus's inaugural game as coachâthe game where they'd lost by nine. Since then, both teams had changed considerably.
Lincoln's new centerâa junior named David Priceâwas their best player. Quick and skilled, he gave Malik problems that few opponents could.
"He's good," Malik admitted during warmups. "Really good."
"Then be better."
The first half was a chess matchâboth teams probing, adjusting, trying to find advantages. The score was close throughout, neither team building more than a five-point lead.
At halftime, Jefferson led 40-38.
"Two points," Marcus said. "Same as our first game against Lincoln, except we were on the losing end." He looked at his players. "Show me what's changed since then."
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The third quarter was where the dam broke.
Marcus deployed his full arsenalâlineups and plays he'd been saving for this exact moment. He brought Isaiah and Dominique in together for the first time in a playoff game, creating a backcourt that combined shooting with playmaking.
It worked immediately.
Isaiah hit three consecutive threes. Dominique orchestrated the offense with the precision of a seasoned point guard, finding cutters and shooters with passes that seemed to have eyes. Malik dominated Price on the boards, his superior strength and positioning creating second-chance opportunities.
Jefferson went on a 22-8 run. By the end of the third quarter, the lead was 16.
The fourth quarter saw Marcus empty his bench. Big Chris played seven minutes, scoring four points and grabbing three rebounds. Marcus Williams got his first playoff action, contributing two assists and a steal. Travis Cooper, the raw freshman, played the final two minutes.
Final score: Jefferson 82, Lincoln 64.
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In the locker room, Darius raised the question everyone was thinking.
"So. Jefferson Prep in the final."
"Jefferson Prep in the final," Marcus confirmed.
"Again."
"Again."
"Coach Blake's going to throw everything at us."
"I'm counting on it." Marcus smiled, thin and hard. "Let's finish what we started. One more game."
"For Coach Morrison," TJ said quietly.
Malik nodded. "For Morrison."
They put their hands together.
"Family on three. One, two, threeâ"
"FAMILY!"
