I've never been a basketball fan. But when I went to my first game a few years ago (Mavs vs Lakers), I kind of flipped out. And then flipped out even more when I realized that what I was witnessing was something that one of my closest friends grew up with.
late father was an NBA coach, as was her brother, and the stories she has about being in locker rooms, living on the road, and performing at half-times shows with Crazy George are downright nuts. Like, double nuts.