Treshaun Carnell
| 2016 Draft Candidate | ||||||
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| Nickname(s) | ||||||
| Tres | ||||||
| Personal information | ||||||
| Species | Nubian Goat | |||||
| Gender | male | |||||
| Hometown | Kingston, Jamaica | |||||
| Listed height | 6 ft 4 in (1.93 m) | |||||
| Listed weight | 220 lb (100 kg) | |||||
| Shoots | Right | |||||
| Education | ||||||
| School | Did not attend | |||||
| Player Contacts | ||||||
| Agent | Betsie | |||||
Treshaun hasn't exactly had an easy life, but when looking at him, one would never imagine it. The goat always seems to have a charming smile on his lips and a bright light in his eyes. He has a magnetism to him, an intelligence belied by his lack of education, and a passion for life and living it to the fullest.
He grew up in a simple life with his mother and father in the slums of Kingston. It was far from being a charmed life, but his parents loved him and did their best to care for him, even if all they really had was the necessities. The one thing that helped shape the route of Treshaun's life was their living just a short walk from a public basketball court, on which local kids, teens, and adults alike would go to play one of Jamaica's favourite sports. As a young boy he'd stand at the fence and watch, a mere outsider looking in that craved to be a part of the game.
On his eighth birthday, he finally got his chance. His parents bought him a shiny new basketball for his birthday. It became the nicest thing he owned. He still remembers the smell of that new ball, the feel of the textured rubber in his hands, and the tropical wind against his ears as he dashed to the public court that afternoon to try it out. His first attempts at shooting were miserable, but what would one expect from an eight-year-old kid? But there was still something about the sounds of the ball bouncing on the concrete or springing off the rim that was just so very right.
Treshaun became a regular at the public courts, even going so far as to skip his classes in order to spend more time practicing. He wanted to get good. It was just street ball, but deep down, the young boy wanted to be the best. A local legend. And he'd push hard to get there.
In return for Stefan's kindness, Treshaun helped with chores around the house; his stomach was kept full and he was kept warm and dry beneath a roof at the very least. But he maintained his independence, often changing his own dressings and, once healed enough, he'd strike out back to the courts again for shooting practice at the very least. He still had a goal to reach, and he wasn't going to let an injury keep him down foor long.
With Stefan's help, Treshaun also started to play at a local community center, something he hadn't even realized existed this entire time. By the time his wounds were fully healed, he was back on his game again, playing rough rounds of street ball with other local teens. It was rare for a game to end without at least one player getting a little bloody, and Treshaun wasn't innocent in any of it; his injury had driven him to get tougher, to not let himself be a victim again. He'd elbow his way past a screen, and if there was an disagreements, he'd throw a punch to defend his own opinions. Behind smiling eyes, he had become a strong street kid.
But behind the rough play, his raw skills were still visible to any who watched. And one of those onlookers was Jozef Baak; former player for the Aruba Basketball Bond as well as the Caribbean Furry Basketball Confederation and director for the community center. Jozef saw something in Treshaun, something he felt that, with some direction and some time, could prove to be a truly explosive amount of talent. As far as the lizard was concerned, the young buck belonged on a professional court.
But as it stood, Treshaun couldn't get there on his own. And that is where Jozef stepped in. He approached Treshaun on the public courts early one morning, finding the goat sleeping against one of the basketball posts and offering him a paper cup of coffee.
Treshaun would forever deem that morning the turning point of his life.
Basketball suddenly became a seriously serious thing. It wasn't just about becoming a local street legend anymore. It was about becoming good, better, best. Underneath the careful tutelage of Jozef, Treshaun started to hone his skills, working on professional-level drills and enhancing skills he had already been working hard on. To this day Jozef will swear up and down he's never seen a more-focused intensity in a player than he does in Treshaun.
It's been three years since he started training under Jozef and he's improved leaps and bounds, showing off skills that really do put him at the level of a professional, or damn close. Treshaun more and more dreamed of making it pro now, feeling better about himself day after day, confident in his skills. With an impressive 30' vertical jump that Jozef knows he can continue improving on to reach towards 40', an aggressive offensive presence under the basket, and the perchance to wow onlookers with flashy dunks, the buck had the makings of a player that could go big.
And this was proven just a scant few months ago when Treshaun's journey to the professional courts began. After a game one day, Treshaun was approached by athletic agent and fellow caprine, Callum Key. Callum confessed to liking a challenge, but he was convinced by what he saw that he could take the street kid from Kingston and turn him into a signed professional player. And Treshaun was eager to go for it. So with some coaxing and encouragement from his greatest mentors, the goat entered his name in the FBA Draft. Confident that, with the three men behind him, he was going to succeed.