
Michael Kidd-Gilchrist is standing in an elevator. He’s shaking his head in disbelief. He’s smiling. He’s laughing. He’s soaking it all in. It’s 1:30 a.m. in New Orleans and Michael Kidd-Gilchrist appears to be headed upstairs to his room. He’s just been through a gauntlet of emotions. He’s played the biggest game on his life, celebrated a national championship with his teammates, cut down the nets, hugged family and friends, talked with the press…
