Part the curtains
and cue the funk. "Get UP! Get on UP!" � The footage from the 1998
talent show at Capitol Middle School in Baton Rouge is no better than
public-access quality, but there is no missing the charisma of the colossal
sixth-grader who commands the stage. Mike in hand, wearing a black suit and one
of his grandmother's wigs, Glen (Big Baby) Davis--all 5'11", 225 pounds of
him--is channeling James Brown, nimbly mimicking the Godfather of Soul's slide
steps and feverish gestures and bringing down the house. � Now a sophomore at
LSU, Davis's persona and frame are still XXL, but he's taken his act to a
bigger stage, fronting the Greatest Show in the SEC. A 6'8", 315-pound
power forward blessed with soft hands and light feet--he says he took a ballet
class in high school "to chase a girl"-- Davis was the Southeastern
Conference's leading rebounder though Sunday (9.9 per game) and ranked second
in scoring (18.3 points). With Big Baby putting up double doubles despite
facing double teams in eight of his last nine games, the Tigers (22-7) won
their first SEC title outright in 21 seasons and have emerged as a dark horse
to reach the Final Four. "There's not a team in this league that hasn't
tried to devise ways to stop Glen," says LSU coach John Brady, "yet
he's been dominant down the stretch."
With a shooting
touch from midrange and nifty spin moves in the post that belie his heft,
Davis--who has slimmed down from his freshman weight of 363 pounds--has proved
that he's not an oversized novelty. "The guy's an athlete," said South
Carolina coach Dave Odom after Davis had 24 points and 10 rebounds in LSU's
64-61 win on Feb. 28. "I don't care if he's 310 pounds or 350. It's tough
to wear him down."
Davis got his
nickname as a nine-year-old peewee league football player who, because he was
hardly peewee, had to play against kids at least three years his senior.
"Stop crying, you big baby!" his coaches would shout when Davis
complained that his elders were picking on him. Now 20, Davis inflicts his
damage on the hardwood with a cherubic smile. Ari Fisher, his coach at LSU's
Laboratory School, says Davis has "an infectious personality that
completely sets him apart." At the ABCD Camp in Teaneck, N.J., in 2003,
which featured 200 of the top high school players in the country, Big Baby
stole the show with his showboating. During the camp's senior all-star game he
pretended to be a point guard, and his postbasket boogie was so smooth, "it
was like [he was] Fred Astaire or Gregory Hines," says director Sonny
Vaccaro.
On the LSU campus
Davis has also become known for his big heart. After Hurricane Katrina struck
the Gulf Coast last September and LSU's Pete Maravich Assembly Center was
turned into a triage unit, he spent several nights inside the arena, unloading
supply trucks, setting up hospital beds and even holding an IV bag as doctors
operated on a severely injured man. Yet below Davis's genial surface lurks that
nine-year-old who learned just how tough life can be. "When you first see
me--a guy who's always positive, who has such a pure heart," says Big Baby,
"you'd have no idea what I came from."
Slightly before
10 on the night after the Tigers' win at South Carolina, Davis is driving
through the drug-infested Eden Park neighborhood of Baton Rouge. This is where
he lived from the fourth through eighth grades, five miles from the LSU campus
but worlds apart. He stops at a corner on 44th Street where a group of men in
baggy T-shirts are drinking Heinekens. "Bay-bee!" they say as he rolls
down the window. "Saw you on TV last night! You killin' 'em!" Some were
Davis's classmates at Capitol High, but he's not here to see them. He's here to
see his mother.
Earlier that
evening Davis was laid out on a padded table at Effum Body Works, a tattoo
parlor in South Baton Rouge. An artist's needle repeatedly pierced his right
breast, drawing the outline of a striking young woman's face, that of his mom,
Toyna Davis, at 19, 11 years before he was born. "This is how I want to
remember her," Glen says of the sepia-toned photo that served as the
tattoo's template, "from when she was in her right state of mind."
Toyna was the
original entertainer in the Davis clan. A star in basketball, track and
softball at Capitol High as well as a majorette, she was a dance team member at
Northwestern State and later became a model in New Orleans. "All my flair,
all my personality, comes from her," Glen says.
As he continues
down 44th, a woman approaches the car. "There she is," he says. Toyna
is staying on this block with a family friend. For the past 24 years--since the
fast pace of the modeling world caught up with her--she has battled drug
addiction, which has regularly pulled her out of Glen's life. "Mom," he
says, "I've been looking for you. Get in, I want to show you my
tattoo."
Glen drives to
his grandmother's house nearby, where he removes the gauze covering his new
artwork. Toyna's eyes widen when she sees the tattoo. She gasps and then
retreats, weeping. Later she says it's a blessing that "the curse
stopped" with her, that none of her three children--Toy, 29, Glen and
LaJazzia, 18--inherited her weakness for chemical substances. "I taught my
children not to trust in me," says Toyna, wiping away tears, "because I
would fail them. I taught them only to trust in God."
Glen and LaJazzia
spent most of their early years with Toyna and LaJazzia's father, Donald Davis,
in Edgewood, Md. (Glen did not know about or meet his birth father, Donald
Robertson, until his sophomore year of high school.) "When Mom got home,
everything was about us," Glen says. But after Donald and Toyna separated
when Glen was seven, her drug problem escalated and she began disappearing for
days. The family lost its house and the kids were sometimes compelled to steal
food from the neighborhood store. Glen and LaJazzia were shuttled between a
foster home, a shelter and Toy's custody before being sent back to their
grandmother's in Eden Park. "If I could ask God for a different life, I
wouldn't," Glen says. "The wrongs that my mother did made me a stronger
person, and I wouldn't change that for anything."