And I was in the slim minority of whites whose love of a childhood sports hero overwhelmed my powers of discernment. I wished the Columbian drug dealer story into plausibility.
Even yesterday, when I saw the news of his passing, I had a moment, a very brief moment, of poignancy. Inner child.
From your subtitle, the slow chase, thankfully I was at the Knicks Bulls playoff game at The Garden (MSG). I could see from my seats into some of the luxury boxes and saw that the network had cut away from the game to show the chase. I would have seriously lost my shit had I been home.
I saw your story hit my homepage feed. I didn't get a subscriber email. Did you check that box?