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Could such enhancements have saved Bias? Nobody knows.

An examination of Bias‘ last hours provides no clues. After a press conference in Boston, he flew back home with his father, James, and went to the family home in Landover about 11 p.m. on June 18. He drove to his dorm around midnight, ate crabs with teammates and friends, then departed alone about 2 a.m. and later was seen at an off-campus gathering.

Said Keeta Covington, a Maryland football player who was in the dorm when Bias arrived: “He got tired of all the questions — he’d had microphones in his face for two days. We were curious, just like the reporters.”

And, Covington added, Bias seemed fine as he left: “As far as feeling sick, bad — nothing.”

Bias returned to the dorm about 3 a.m., and his activities for the next three hours are unknown. But some time after 6, he collapsed while talking with teammate Terry Long, who called 911 and attempted CPR.

When ambulance attendants arrived at 6:36, Bias was unconscious and not breathing. A mobile ICU got there soon thereafter, but he never regained consciousness or breathed on his own, said Edward Wilson, chief emergency room surgeon at Leland Memorial.

Physicians gave Bias five drugs, including adrenaline, in an attempt to revive him. Nothing worked. He was gone.

Later that day, in an emotional press conference, Driesell called Bias “the greatest player who ever played in the Atlantic Coast Conference” and added, “He’s like a son to me, so I think you can appreciate the difficulty of the way I feel now.”

Then Driesell offered his own epitaph to this most tragic of sports stories: “I’m sad, but I’m not even worried because I know where Leonard is. … I love you, Leonard, and I miss you. I’ll see you in heaven one day.”