The birth of a competitor: Davon Potts’ dad never let him win one-on-one
Ceej Tantengco on Oct 13, 2016 02:10 PM
San Beda Red Lion Davon Potts cuts the net of the rim after their series-clinching Game Two win over Arellano University in the NCAA Season 92 men's basketball finals
You can count on Davon Potts to breathe fire in the San Beda Red Lions’ endgame. But while “Mister Fourth Quarter” has been consistently good in the clutch, he’s also been known to score early and often, totaling a team-high 349 points this season.
Ask Potts how he got to be so competitive and he’ll think back to his days in California. “I always played against older guys who never let me win,” recalls the Fil-American forward. “I was around five, six years old and my dad would take me one-on-one. And he never let me win.”
“So I always had that fire. I wanted to win so bad,” he says. Potts never stopped playing against bigger, older men. When he was an eight-year-old in Sacramento, he’d go into 3x3 and 4x4 matches with sixteen-year-old high school students. When he finally won, Potts says, it was all the sweeter for having waited so long.
Now in his twenties, Potts’ celebrations are something else. It’s been a common sight in NCAA Season 92. Potts makes a three, balls his hands into fists, brings his arms to his chest and practically shakes with excitement. Relaxing in the dugout, Potts can laugh about it: “Just letting out emotions.”
And he’s had a lot of those building up. Potts was seated behind the San Beda bench last year, when the Letran Knights broke the Red Lions’ five-year championship. With him was Robert Bolick, a year before he put on explosive performances in the Final Four.
“We were both behind the bench, both sad, both long faces,” Potts recalls. The pair sat in the exact same spot while watching the Red Cubs do battle in the juniors’ finals series. Potts and Bolick soaked in the action, thinking of how far they had come, and letting that add another layer to their desire to bring a ring to San Beda.
Less than a week later, they would be champions. As Potts put it: “Time flies…now it’s our turn.”