As Scott spoke, Grant sat nearby.
Did the forehead taste good?
"Nah, that stuff was nasty," he cracked.
When the game, originally scheduled for 3 p.m. at Bracetti, tipped off at 10:30, 12 people were in the stands. Eventually, that number swelled to 20 (three young kids included), and the players were able to leave behind their groggy ways and provide some entertainment.
Fels went from comfortable to threatened to comfortable and threatened again, then managed to triumph, 60-54.
Afterward, perhaps someone said to Scott, "Good game, mon."
Scott, who retains no accent, said he lived in St. Mary, Jamaica, through the fourth grade and then spent several years in New York City before moving to Philadelphia with his mother, Candice Bariffe. He barely touched a basketball before age 13.
"Not too many people play it over there," he said. "I was into soccer. Even some cricket. I kind of fell away from soccer over here, and when I tried to play again, I wasn't that good anymore. I liked basketball right away and decided I wanted to do that. I get a kick out of it."
Scott said his grandmother, Eileen Cox, who remains in NYC, was the family member who fueled the move to America.
"She made it seem like everything would be better over here," he noted.
Is it?
"Somewhat," he said, laughing. "There's stuff I miss; my father still lives over there. And the weather. It gets cold here."
Scott, who shot 3-for-6 on three-pointers, mostly operated on the wings and baseline. He showed a take-charge demeanor and worked well with handyman Nijay Kelly (13 points, four assists, ridiculous late dunk off an alley-oop), a first-team All-City football receiver.
A year ago, some would have predicted a disappearing act for Scott. Now, he's a captain.
