Don't mean to brag, don't mean to boast but The Answer Man likes hot butta on his breakfast toast
Q. DJM - Anyone ever met any of Knicks?
A. Here are my starting five
Michael Ray Richardson, in the visitors training room at The Omni, getting his ankle taped during an afternoon walk through. His eyes looked a bit glassy. Who knew? He seemed unhappy. Strange accent that was part Southern and had a unique staccato rhythm.
Ernie Grunfeld, during the playoff run in 1999. Personable and friendly. He was in a hurry.
Patrick Ewing, in the hallway underneath Philips Arena last season. We had never been introduced, yet he extended his hand as if he know me. I thought about the Patrick Chewing Snickers commercial. "What's up Ryan?" I smiled and said to myself, "damn, ain't dat sumpthin'", as I walked to my car.
Charles Oakley, having lunch at Miss Thelmas soul food restaurant. He was with a dude who played WR for the Rams. That was after the sunny afternoon I bumped into him outside The Garden, on Seventh Avenue in front of The Pennsylvanian Hotel. The limo door was wide open and two young hotties were inside. I didn't ask.
Bernard King, in the concession line in Atlanta last year. He had a mini pizza. He is a commanding presence and his conversation is both curious and friendly. The last name of King is appropriate as he has the aura of royalty. Not condescending, but he has a presence that deflects bull****. Bernard will look you in the eye and without saying a word, demand that you do not waste his time. We wound up in the same suite for the second half.
Sixth man, Honorable mention - played tennis with Rory Sparrow. His strokes were raw but he was quick as a cat.
Trainer Mike Saunders - he dug the oldies CD
Life am good.