It begins with the line: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood ... were to take one of those other paths? “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ...

Stoudamire, now one season into a coaching career as an assistant ... Man, he could score the ball. “I knew our paths would cross again.” They would, but barely. And not in the way either ...

Take what the great poet Robert Frost once hypothesized: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”; if there were ... And if choosing any path necessitates losing the other, going anywhere ...