NEW YORK -- Dawn along Coney Island Beach is when Lance Stephenson Jr. enjoys the remnants of solitude. His days are long. His time is in demand.
While slogging through the sand on Brooklyn's southernmost tip, Stephenson is alone in thought. He's focused on each step, on pushing closer to greatness. The morning run is when he envisions unleashing a killer crossover dribble, ponders where he might attend college next fall, or contemplates school assignments he needs to complete.